Things come in threes.

Morning broke with beautiful sunshine promising to be a great day of riding.

Something else was brewing to change that thought.

 

 

 

 

First Mishap.

Lost GoPro camera. In a stretch of 30 miles. Clean broke off. Not sure why. $$$ pissed but must move on. Day is to nice to let these things bother me. I guess if thats all that happens, all good. (Sliver liner….no pictures on that one.)

Decided to mount the other GoPro to my head. Got to be safer. (no wise cracks people)

 

 

Got some miles under our belts before breakfast in a redneck pub. Food was good and price also.

 

 

Second Mishap.
Brian clipped my bike with his and he crashed. oops.  No injuries, no damage. Still smiling….

 

The weather turn and dark clouds began to form. All of a sudden lightening streaked cross the sky…. We were heading into the eye. holding my speed while taking blast of cross winds made me hold on to my handle bars like a toddler holds his mothers leg when the story of the boggy man is told.

Third Mishap.

Just as the storm passed, I blew my rear tire. slowing from 100km and held control till stop. Sweat dripping down my forehead after I stopped. Changing the tire on the side of the road proved difficult since I didn’t’ have a center stand. My Pelican panniers are tough enough to hold the bike up for the change. My lack of Pre-packing the correct tools made the already difficult job that much harder. (Don’t tell Barb, she was on me to do my prep lists.) It appears that my motto… as long as you have your passport and credit card, its all good. Well tell that to the Sunday closed tool shops and mechanics. Must modify my “motto”.

All great stories for my golden years sitting outside on the porch telling my grand kids, for the hundreds time, how I changed my tire with my bare hands.

Must sleep…..have much riding to do.

Nice side note…..an old man and his wife approached me while I was nursing my coffee and told me his tales of his old bike…..then asked me where I was coming from and where I was going to. After I told him he said, “you must have an Iron butt”. Thanks for the stories…. I hope to be telling mine too one day.