1993 R100R Gray Lady
The LORD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation; this is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God, and I will exalt him. Exodus 15:2
Lake Travis, TX, Sandy Creek arm
SABMWRA MOA Club#62's Flat Fixer/ current forum moderator
It's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away-D.Dillon/G. Strait
Sometimes my TW is the right bike for the job!
BBBbut, the Moto logo above the light is red
It's coming . . .
Just need RED truck bed liner.
And it is the right tool for the job.
Like my black LD comfort tights.
If it's not red, it's got to be really good!
Yesterday riding with my favorite go fast girl on the Roadster's. (and the annoying bicycle dudes)
Playing in the mountains was very enjoyable today, plenty of sunshine with smiles all around.
My TW200 takes me to the most interesting places . . .
Nice, but cold ride to Augusta Missouri today for lunch. Had lunch at the Edelweiss Inn, sounds right to me.
The road back to IndianHead, near Big Bend National Park in Texas is one of our favorites. My TW love it!
Voni and I went riding the little bikes so wound up riding out to Indian Head down by Study Butte. She stopped to take a picture so I made a U turn and was just fiddling around waiting for her. I spied a narrow stretch of mud at the side of the road so decided to practice riding in the mud. Who knows. Some day I might need to ride in mud. The front tire was slip sliding along just fine for about the first ten feet - then it stopped turning so plowed for a foot or so and then the rear wheel started spinning in the little bit of mud. I could get the front tire to skid forward but couldn't make it roll.
Whoops! Low fender! Trapped mud. Turnless tire. Voni and I had to pick the front tire up and move it over a foot or so to get it out of the mud. Then we kicked some mud off. I powered forward just skidding the front tire for 20 or 30 feet on solid bare dirt before I could get it turning. Eventually I could actually ride it without the front wheel stopping whenever it chose to.
Now I need to decide whether I should take the fender off, or take the wheel off to get the concrete-like mud out of there. Decisions, Decisions!