Woke up early yesterday morning. Earlier than the dog usually has to get up for it's 6:15 pee. Thought mega mutt would be pissed off about getting up an hour earlier than normal but she didn't seem to be. Instead she looked at me, yawned, and as clearly as a dog can speak anything said "iyon butt." Since dogs can't say R sounds I knew she meant iron butt. Having nothing else to do was on the bike 20 minutes later with the intention of once and for all checking the effectiveness of octane booster. Put a drop in the aux port on the new radio and was going to see just how far away from town I could be and still get the local stations.
Went from home in Joplin in SW Missouri and got as far as Dodge City, Kansas for a quick breakfast. Still got the local stations. Headed north and listened again in Hodredge, Nebraska. Radio still played. This octane booster is the chit after all. Grand Island, Lincoln, Nebraska City... radio still worked. After that I turned it off for good. Had headed south for home anyway.
Got back about 10:45 last night. Had to be around 1000 miles for the day. Turns out putting a drop of octane booster in the radio aux port will migrate out the back of the radio, down the main harness, forward along the neck and eventually kill your speedo sensor though. No cruise control the last couple of fuel stops. Dammit.
Weather was outstanding in the upper Midwest and Plains yesterday. Autumnal. Sweatshirt weather in July nearly all day at a time would normally be baking. Nearly none of the day on the super slabs and didn't see a police all day long.
Somewhere out in the boonies outside Nebraska City rolled past a farmhouse doing a yard sale. Out of the corner of my eye saw a Bushtec trailer pushed up to the road with a for sale sign on it. Turned around and ten minutes later was pulling this thing away. The hitch has, fortunately, been stuck in the Road Glide and I'd generally forgot it was there. It got used today.
Trailer has a couple of small scuffs, the color works with my bikes, the body and interior are in great shape. 1999 model Quantum whose story is that it went three trips behind a Goldwing since it was bought new. Can't know of course but tires and carpet condition don't argue with the story. For the price they were willing to selling it for just couldn't roll away without it. So guess I'm not borrowing the trailer that's local to me anymore....
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Topic: Old Road Glide got more love. Long ride and came home with a trailer. (Read 4371 times)