Dude, my late Aunt must have been looking after me yesterday. I took
The Blackhawk
to Black Hawk yesterday to visit with one of our new members Dan Kearney. I left town here at about 3:30pm fair skies, definitely some clouds, but no rain. I made my way into the mountains, blueish skies to the north, grayish skies to the south, a few very light sprinkles here and there, but no rain. I met up with Dan by his house and we went to this nice little bar down the road a ways. Inside having an IPA and a lady comes over to me to tell me my bike fell over. Doh!
Nothing major, no body damage, but I scraped up the taillight housing and broke my mirror clamp. So after a couple beers we go back to Dan's to compare our bikes and try to salvage my broken mirror with some electrical tape. Start heading back home, the road I came in on? Now closed. So I had to detour on 6 over to I-70 in Idaho Springs,
NOT the route I wanted to take my bike on. I mean I did do a small stretch of I-70 there, maybe 20 miles putting along at 55mph. But now I'm forced to ride about
60 miles down the Interstate as the sun is going down with black skies.
I stop at the first truck stop coming into the cities to call the wife, battery is DONE! Nothing at all, well 0.18V to be exact. Call the wife and she is hysterical because all over Denver there are flash flood warnings again and she was convinced I was dead because I hadn't checked in yet (as it never occurred to me because I didn't even know it was raining!). Somehow the Sparx put off enough juice for me to be able to kickstart and I made it home. 167 miles, 4 hours, surrounded by torrential rains/floods, and never once got rained on. Couldn't do that again if I tried.
Scottie
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