Well thought I'd kick this off with a story from two weeks ago.
I was camping in Winter Park two months ago in a remote location two miles on dirt through the forest. (Actually got chased off by a bear...but that's another story.) I packed up the next morning...hopped on my Gixxer and rode back home. It was beautiful.
When I got home I realized I had left my keys there! (I don't keep my bike key on that ring.) ALL my keys....house, car, parents house...you get the idea.
So for the next two months I was working with spares.
Finally Stephen (livinlife2themax) and I decided to ride up there and get them...I knew exactly where they were. The ride up was perfect....beautiful 115 mile trip.
While at the campsite...Stephen ONCE AGAIN hung his helmet from his mirror and it fell. This time breaking the visor off with no way to fix it! I tossed him some sunglasses and we hit the road.
Almost immediately upon leaving we were in dense fog which was cool. But it kept getting colder and colder. Soon it was in the 40's when it started to rain. Stephen with no visor was taking a beating. His face was swollen and frozen LOL.
We pulled off to rest and were freezing and soaking wet and less than halfway home. We were shivering like refugees in the arctic and I was hungry as a hostage.
When I got back to town...my hands were useless peices of meat and I could no longer shift. As I walked in my house I considered a trip to the emergency room but was to damn tired to dial.
Two and a half hours of cold, wet misery...but I got my keys back. Yaay!
The worst part is....I know in the back of my sick twisted mind that I'd do it again right now. I don't know why...but I am actually fond of putting myself through shit like that.
The end and happily ever after and all that nonsense.