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We rode down Thursday night took about 4 hours to get there. Friday we went to Mexico with my wife on the back of my chopper. A friend was following me in the left lane of the freeway to McAllen. Anyway I was behind this rider truck and he slows down. After he was clear from my view I know why. There was this old wetback fixing to try to cost the freeway on a bicycle. I look at him and shake my head no and soon as I got beside him(doing about 75mph) he picks his bike up and tried to hit me with it. I swerve all the way to the right but not to the next lane because an 18 wheeler was in it. I turn around and lose all Christian composure and flick his butt off cussing the whole time.
I ride about 2 miles and look behind me and see my wife crying hysterically. So I pull over wondering if he hit my friend. He said he tried to hit him but missed too. He said some cop was chasing him in reverse down the shoulder. I hope they catch him and execute him.
Now comes saturday morning. I enter the bike show and lose to a new Big Dog which I think I got ripped off and two old school bobbers. Then this dude tells me I should try to use my nitrous in 2nd gear so I leave the convention center and hit the button it took off like a rocket but then I lost power with no gears and thought I blew my tranny. I pull to the side of the road and my friend says you almost hit me with that dang belt that flew off. I threw the drive belt. Rally over for me I thought. But I found a 132 tooth BDL belt and found a one legged mechanic to help me put it on. It took 6 hours then and then low and behold I was riding again(changing a belt out is a major repair)
We went to see Hotel California(a really good eagles cover band) and then 38 special. Had a good time wake up Sunday morning and start to ride home with my friends. . Right around Ramonville I try one of my chopper stunts where I stand up on the rear pegs and put one leg off the otherside of the bike at 85mph and my bike starts wobbling. I thought is the wind blowing that hard? And then it got worse and it made me wonder if the one legged mechanic put my swingarm on wrong. So I pulled over and sure enough I had a flat. So I layed down on the shoulder of the road to take a nap(waiting for my wife to catch up with the trailer) until my friends told me to get up people looked wigged out when they passed( I guess they thought I was dead).
So I loaded up and drove the rest the way home. But even after all that trouble I still had a blast. I mean to repair a drive belt at a bike rally with limited tools was quite a challenge and a accomplisment and only then to get a rear flat is just some terrible luck.
I ride about 2 miles and look behind me and see my wife crying hysterically. So I pull over wondering if he hit my friend. He said he tried to hit him but missed too. He said some cop was chasing him in reverse down the shoulder. I hope they catch him and execute him.
Now comes saturday morning. I enter the bike show and lose to a new Big Dog which I think I got ripped off and two old school bobbers. Then this dude tells me I should try to use my nitrous in 2nd gear so I leave the convention center and hit the button it took off like a rocket but then I lost power with no gears and thought I blew my tranny. I pull to the side of the road and my friend says you almost hit me with that dang belt that flew off. I threw the drive belt. Rally over for me I thought. But I found a 132 tooth BDL belt and found a one legged mechanic to help me put it on. It took 6 hours then and then low and behold I was riding again(changing a belt out is a major repair)
We went to see Hotel California(a really good eagles cover band) and then 38 special. Had a good time wake up Sunday morning and start to ride home with my friends. . Right around Ramonville I try one of my chopper stunts where I stand up on the rear pegs and put one leg off the otherside of the bike at 85mph and my bike starts wobbling. I thought is the wind blowing that hard? And then it got worse and it made me wonder if the one legged mechanic put my swingarm on wrong. So I pulled over and sure enough I had a flat. So I layed down on the shoulder of the road to take a nap(waiting for my wife to catch up with the trailer) until my friends told me to get up people looked wigged out when they passed( I guess they thought I was dead).
So I loaded up and drove the rest the way home. But even after all that trouble I still had a blast. I mean to repair a drive belt at a bike rally with limited tools was quite a challenge and a accomplisment and only then to get a rear flat is just some terrible luck.
