11-04-2018, 10:36 AM
Many, many, many years ago, when I lived on Long Island, NY, I decided I wanted to ride to Daytona Beach, Florida. It was Thanksgiving week when I left, and 36 degrees. I was on my '69 CB750K0, no windshield, and just a borrowed leather jacket for protection -- probably had gloves, also. I had a sleeping bag with me, figured I'd sleep on the side of the road. Well, by the time I got to Richmond, Virginia, I was SO COLD that I decided to splurge on a motel room.
When I got the room, I turned the heat up to 90*, and jumped in the shower for an HOUR before I stopped shivering.
The next day the weather was much more pleasant and I made it to Daytona that evening. Stayed there for a day or two, then drove to Miami -- just to do it.
Unfortunately, on the return trip to Daytona -- where I still had my motel room -- on a wet Florida highway, my rear tire blew and I went down. Bike was not driveable.
Did you ever try hitch-hiking with a broken-down motorcycle?
Eventually a gentleman pulling a CB350 in a trailer stopped. We put my bike in his trailer and I drove his bike 65 miles back to Daytona. He lived a couple miles from the motel, so I left the bike at his house and he drove me to my motel room to retrieve my belongings and then to the airport, and I flew home.
Took me six weeks before I was able to get back to Florida with my own trailer to retrieve the bike...
When I got the room, I turned the heat up to 90*, and jumped in the shower for an HOUR before I stopped shivering.
The next day the weather was much more pleasant and I made it to Daytona that evening. Stayed there for a day or two, then drove to Miami -- just to do it.
Unfortunately, on the return trip to Daytona -- where I still had my motel room -- on a wet Florida highway, my rear tire blew and I went down. Bike was not driveable.
Did you ever try hitch-hiking with a broken-down motorcycle?
Eventually a gentleman pulling a CB350 in a trailer stopped. We put my bike in his trailer and I drove his bike 65 miles back to Daytona. He lived a couple miles from the motel, so I left the bike at his house and he drove me to my motel room to retrieve my belongings and then to the airport, and I flew home.
Took me six weeks before I was able to get back to Florida with my own trailer to retrieve the bike...