Run for the Border

Me n Toecutter and his Ol' took a little trip towards Canada last summer. I rode the shovel and they took his trusty Buell chop. It was the same day as the local HOG chapters "run for the border" run. Funny watching a bunch of folks on baggers trying to figure out what the hell we were riding at gas stops. They were heading back, and we were going towards the border (Canada). This obviously confused some folks. Lots of waving going on, pirate garb, etc. I think the funniest thing was that I forgot to hook up my power wire when I put my new battery in, thus creating no charge. Have you ever tried to bump start a 74 FLH? Shit. Kicks your ass when that back tire just slides. Fun anyway, and entertainment for onlookers. Had kick ass dinner, made it almost back home on battery. Almost. This is when we pulled over due to bike running like shit. I had never ridden this bike more than about 20 miles before we left, and was clueless as to the charging situation. The Shovel had sat for YEARS before I took it over, I never went through anything really, just went for it. I feared the worst, was eyeballing a good place to sleep where I pulled over. Found the offending disconnected charging system, 1 more bumpstart and it fired right up, ready for more. That is one of the best feelings ever. New cars and bikes are nice, but really just kind of boring to me for some reason. They take that little nagging feeling away that you might just break down, which sucks at the time, but ads something to the trip. I enjoy the gamble.