Well that's an odd sensation. I drove my clankytruck today. I know... clanky is bad, but i just didnt feel up to piloting buelah this morning. Truck did fine...clank went away. In its place it left a gaping hole in my exhaust. I now sound like I have a grapefruit smuggling exhaust all to myself. And no superpowered stereo to overpower it.
I feel like I'm driving a tank. It's been a good two weeks since I drove a cage. My steering inputs are off, I find myself leaning into the door going around left turns, and I try to wave at every biker I see. People must think I'm a maniac.
Is rather nice not wearing a jacket in the heat. And as it sprinkled on me coming back from lunch all I could do was laugh.
The weirdest part is trying to not twist the steering wheel off when I want to accelerate.
Oh and one quick user story. A remote office user called me yesterday, said her PC was shutting itself off. I asked (thinking heat issues since this particular user isnt all that tidy and her computer sits on carpet), does it reboot itself or stay off? her answer, and I Quote.
"It stays off immediately always." At that point, all I could do was tell her that I would be down there asap. To myself I was thinking, Because you should be hit on the head with a brick and placed in protective custody from yourself.
That's a terrible horrible night - but one of the most memorables I suppose it'll be. Glad you got home safe. Trips like that seem like they'll never end.
Yeah it wasn't pleasant in the least. My buddy ward bought himself a vulcan, first bike in probably 20 years, drove it for about 500 miles in upstate NY, then hopped on and did the 700 mile trip from albany to here, with no windshield. in the rain and snow, with the highest temps at 37F.
of course he's a crazy man.