Good Morning!!!! 74F @ 3:30AM. Plenty of sunshine. High 96F. Winds S at 5 to 10 mph.
Awoke for natural break at about 2AM, been busy catching up on GM ever since. You folks have been busy! Glad to hear of improving health, concerns for those in harm's way with Dorian, nice to hear from Larro again.
I figure if you don't get good treatment from the sales people before you even buy, you won't get a fair shake in the service department, either. So best to make tracks and find a better place to buy. That can be a frustrating process, but better to work a little harder now than be kicking yourself in the pants every time you have to deal with a bunch of crooks or dummies in the future.
Eric, I'd love to find the place where lost things go. My list is getting longer, too. Just like my memory is getting shorter.:shocked:
My old motorcycle club holds a Gypsy Tour every Labor Day, and this year I decided to go to help break in the red bike. Every night is spent in a new spot, and we aren't told where the next one is until the end of each day. And the route sheet has questions you can answer to earn cards for a poker hand, with prizes for the best ones. Got to catch up with some old friends, but pretty much stuck to myself and rode my own ride. That wasn't easy, since the GPS tracks they passed out didn't work on my machine, and the print on the route sheet was difficult to read because of its size. Some of the maps were blurry, too, but I somehow managed to bungle my way through and find dinner and a place to sleep at the end of each day. Went through some very pretty places in the foothills and mountains of the Sierra Nevadas, places you'd never go if you were trying to get somewhere in a hurry. Rode about 300 miles Saturday, all on very narrow, poorly maintained roads, Sunday we crossed Carson, Ebbets, and Sonora passes across the great mountain range for another 400 miles. We ended up in Yerington, Nevada the last night, at the most barren fairgrounds I've ever seen. I think it had two buildings, one of which we used for dinner, and maybe one tree. But the nicest grass of the whole trip on which to pitch a tent. No showers or toilets, so 300 of us got to share two porta-potties and two showers-in-a-tent. The food that night was good but there wasn't much of it; more poor planning was the cause. Lots of grumbling around the grounds was the result, many saying they won't be back next year. I might join them. I felt sorry for those heading back to the SF Bay Area, where most lived. They all headed south to massive traffic jams as they crossed the coast ranges, I headed north on empty roads, ending up in the Feather River Canyon, a road I never tire of. Home a little after noon, unpacked, took a nap, then worked on a GPS route for a dirt ride next weekend. My GPS still wasn't cooperating, and I'm not sure I'll have time to fool with it. Other than the front brake not working up to par due to the oil bath the pads took last week, and the turn signals going MIA yesterday, the red bike ran like a top all weekend. So that's on the agenda today.
Hope everyone's abbreviated work week gets off to a good start, and Dorian says out to sea where it belongs.
