As it so happened though life through me a couple of twisties before I could even start to plan to go to the game. My camera went boom, meaning that any picture I took with it was a fuzzy mess. My wallet was either lost or stolen, and since my bank is up north it would take several days to get my bank cards straightened out. My license reissued, etc. I questioned if I should even bother going down but as a nearly perfect Saturday dawned I had my answer. I would ride the sixty miles down to the game, enjoy it and spend some time exploring the city. So I jumped on the Burgie and went.
|Traffic was not this bad on Saturday.|
|Photo courtesy of Jay Anthony|
|Courtesy of Jay Anthony (find the author as well)|
I got off the bridge safely and I'll be honest, feeling a bit lucky but decided to cut through town to avoid the rest of the highway as the wind was still playing havoc on the bike. What I didn't think about was the part of town I would be riding through. I was riding through an area of town so rough that even the cockroaches were packing guns. I never feared for my safety, I actually thought I was safer on the city streets then on the highway at the time and besides...I was on a scooter.
The last 15+ miles of ride was into a strong headwind but this I could manage. So eventually I made it home, safe and sound and with some knowledge under my belt about how to drive in unpredictable gusts of winds. I would have to work on that.