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Just returned from another local day in the saddle on Red Neckerson (96 GW) to "Get Ready To Get Ready" for a week of camping up toward the Missouri - Illinois southern border. Because I do travel 1k miles or more on many trips, I joke with a friend who is a serious hard core Iron Butt Rider that - I'm also an Iron Butt Rider - "I just ride with the Parking Brake On".
Every time I have things packed and ready to take off, the Texas Gulf weather turns bad along my planned route. Hopefully the Mark Twain and Shawnee National Forest will still be there after this next typhoon passes.
To air "Ole Red" out a bit this afternoon while traveling amongst some relatively heavy interstate traffic, I pulled in behind an 18 wheeler to get inside the pocket of calm air left by it's trailer. After a few minutes at about 20 feet back, my windshield suddenly blurred over with some kind of a gooy mud ? While looking over the top of the windshield, another big slug of something hit my face shield. When I then passed this 18 wheeler - the driver held a spittoon looking jar up to his window, chewed for a moment and then obviously spit into the jar. This guy had dumped his chewing tobacco sludge on me. Really nasty stuff when all over your fairing and helmet.
Yuck - Michael
Every time I have things packed and ready to take off, the Texas Gulf weather turns bad along my planned route. Hopefully the Mark Twain and Shawnee National Forest will still be there after this next typhoon passes.
To air "Ole Red" out a bit this afternoon while traveling amongst some relatively heavy interstate traffic, I pulled in behind an 18 wheeler to get inside the pocket of calm air left by it's trailer. After a few minutes at about 20 feet back, my windshield suddenly blurred over with some kind of a gooy mud ? While looking over the top of the windshield, another big slug of something hit my face shield. When I then passed this 18 wheeler - the driver held a spittoon looking jar up to his window, chewed for a moment and then obviously spit into the jar. This guy had dumped his chewing tobacco sludge on me. Really nasty stuff when all over your fairing and helmet.
Yuck - Michael