Training wheels fitted!
Join Date: Apr 2018
Location: Fort Myers Florida
Road trip to **** turned out okay
Sometime ago my oldest son called me and said that he was going to ride up to a place called Two Wheels over Soches. It’s a motorcycle only campground located in North Georgia. He lives in Pensacola FL. and I’m further south in Fort Myers, FL.
We agreed upon a meeting spot just north of Atlanta. For me that’s a 700+ mile ride so I decided to do it in two days. Made it to south central GA the first day. Got a room for the night and tried to get some sleep. Wasn’t going to happen. I was starting to feel like I was coming down with something. After a rough night I was able to get going and we met as planned. That night was awful, sleeping in a pup tent with no air mattress SUCKED! Upset stomach and diarrhea’s with a fever. We tried to do some riding the next day but I was miserable. One more night in the tent (my last ever) tossing and turning had me praying for sunrise. We loaded up. I threw the tent into the trash and headed for Atlanta. It was noon before we said our goodbyes and I headed South. At this point I’m really feeling bad. As soon as I got to I-75 south of Atlanta traffic came to a complete stop. Temperature was mid 90’s. After what seemed like forever I made it to Macon and got a room. Woke up about 4 hours later and felt remarkably better. Needing to get home I hopped back on my FJR and headed south into the Georgia twilight. Within a hour I was feeling worse than ever. Not much traffic so I started cycling my speed from 70 to 90 and back to 70. During one of these cycles blue lights came up behind me. The trooper was friendly and admired the bike and asked me if I had any idea how fast I was going?
I had a good idea but played dumb. “125” he said. Took my documents and headed back to his car. At least 30 minutes passed away before he got out of his car and told me he had lost my drivers license. I offered to help look for it and got my flashlight. We hunted for another 20 minutes with no luck. He said he thought it fell behind a radio but he had no way to get it off. I offered to take it off using my trusty FJR toolkit. Sure enough it was behind the radio. I went to put away my things and he walked up to me with citation in hand “I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience and help.” Putting on my best friendly face I replied “ no problem “ inside I’m fuming. Then he ripped the ticket up and told me to be careful. Back out on the Interstate feeling very relieved and somewhat better I felt the first rain drops. Within 5 minutes I am headed through a monsoon. Pulled off the next exit a got another room. Fever, vomiting and diarrhea all night. First thing in the morning I found a U-Haul dealership and loaded up the bike and headed home. Other than all of that I had a great time. NOT!!!
2008 FJR1300 abs
1980 XS650 Special II