Blue Thunder comes home

So the forecast called for rain and thunderstorms later in the day. Most agreed that it wouldn't get bad until late afternoon. Texarkana is only about 230 miles, so I figured I'd get an extra early start and should have no problem getting there and back before the weather got bad. But the best laid plans of mice and men...

The first monkey to throw a wrench at me was when I found out my girls had their field day at school on Friday. So much for O dark thirty. I couldn't and wouldn't have missed their field day for anything. I'm just glad I was able to go and watch. So it would be a slightly later start, that's ok.

Then the second monkey popped it's head up and thew yet another wrench at me, only this one was a big heavy air impact wrench. Turns out Grandpa won't be able to pick up the girls after school as we had planned and a quick pass through the usual suspects of people to watch the girls comes up zippo!

So now it looks like a later start, dash to Texarkana, dash back and hope the weather doesn't slow us down so we can be back before school is out? Hmm... I can just see another monkey and a wrench waiting to fly. Besides, that just sounds like a bad idea all the way around. Wait till the next day? Forecast sounds even worse and saturdays belong to my kids.

Time for an executive decision. "Girls after your field day tomorrow morning guess what? We're going to Texarkana!" Response, "Going where?"

Turned out to be a smart choice. The teacher said it was going to be a very relaxed day, a couple of movies and some free time. So... we took our time there. Ate at a burger joint. Got to Yamaha Sportscenter and met Tony O face to face. From here forward I'm pretty sure I'm going to try and buy any future bikes from Tony. He's just been a pleasure to work with. So we get there and the weather is a little cloudy but looks like it might even clear up. Could have sworn I saw a faint patch of blue in the sky. Go through the pre-flight inspection with Tony. Complete the paperwork. Saddleup and get on the road.

Half an hour later... Is that wet stuff coming down? Time to pull a Clark Kent and turn into The Gordon's Fisherman. Put on the rain gear and got back on the road. There were a few times that it came down a little heavy and it sure was nice to move that windscreen up just enough to avoid most of it.

Pulled into the driveway to hear thunder in the distance and so... Blue Thunder made it home.




More pictures of the bike here. (sorry about the goofy grin on my face)