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    Now for the first time since starting out, I was concerned I had jeopardized my time window. However, I was fairly sure I could still make it with between two or three hours to spare. Shortly after that last stop, my right side fairing panel lost power causing me to lose my time zone clocks, ambient temp gage and voltmeter. I wasn't overly concerned and just changed my bike clock to local and leaving my GPS on eastern. The bike was lovin' the miles and seemed to enjoy the different flavors of cheap oil I was feeding her at a rate of a quart per 1000 to 1500 miles. She burns a little anyway, but this was a bit more than usual. Just weeks before I left home, I found I had a slight rear main seal leak. There was no time to dig that deeply into the bike and from experience, I knew I could just keep it topped off and keep an eye on rear wheel for this ride.

    Personally I was not doing too badly, relatively speaking. The cruise control was awesome for speed management and keeping the chronic back pain manageable. I was drinking 2-4 liters between fuel stops. I had been nibbling on crispy bacon, cheese sticks, boiled eggs and the squeeze packs of flavored nut butters. I packed my meds and vitamins in tiny zip lock bags in my tank bag so I would be sure I didn't miss a dose.

    Brian Diver and I had been keeping in touch and he believed I could make the 18:15 Edmonds Ferry, but it was going very close. Then, I missed a turn or two and the traffic was stop and go for miles. Being unable to use the cruise control, my back began to protest. Then I made the mistake of getting in the car line at the ferry and a lady in a truck told me that I didn't need to. As I pulled up to what I thought was the ticket box, I saw Brian with a big camera and a cooler waving at me. He was saying there was notime to even get off my bike and for me to get down to the ferry. He was snapping pictures and handing me a bag of home-made goodies as I started down the ramp. I supposed then I was to get a ticket down there only to learn "no" I was supposed to buy one inside the big building where the walk-on's go in. The ferry worker said, "Hurry" and I rode back up the ramp. By this time, Brian surmised what was happening and bought me a ticket. He told me what he had done and for me to just go get on the boat. I rode back down the ramp and the boat was pulling away from the dock before I could dismount. I was so disappointed I didn't have more time with Brian and promised myself I would try to find a way to recover that. The ride was short and when I got off the ferry I took a moment to call my family and return some messages before continuing.








    The sun was setting and by the time I passed through Beaver, WA it was full dark. As I rounded a slight turn, I caught a glimpse of a red cruiser on the right that looked as though they were about to turn onto 101. I throttled back, swerved left slightly in case they were already in motion and as I passed I gave a thumbs up looking to assess if they were OK. The rider was looking over their left shoulder and seemed fineso I continued towards La Push.

    I was riding at speed, in the dark on the Olympic Peninsula, something I was warned again and again by Bill and Drake NOT to do because of the deer and elk, but I wanted to make it to the store in La Push before they closed. I wasn't speeding but I was pussy-footing around either.

    I was riding with dharmacakra (DAR-muh SHA-krah) turning in my head in rhythm with the wheels on my beloved K1100RS. I sensed the hub of discipline seated deep in my chest as I ticked off the last few miles and reflected on some of the 24 spokes I had touched on my journey. I knew without a doubt that even if I didn't make it in time, it still had been a great adventure. To me, a motorcycle is just a beautiful conveyance that allows me to share in the lives of others, carries me to my friends and back home to my loved ones.

    The Chakra signifies that there is a life in 'Movement' and 'Death' in stagnation. The process of the wheel stands for cycle or the self repeating process with the changing of time in our life. The horse on the Right hand symbolizing accuracy and speed. The Bull on the Left hand stands for hard work .

    Twenty Four Spokes:
    1. Love
    2. Courage
    3. Patience
    4. Peacefulness
    5. Magnanimity
    6. Goodness
    7. Faithfulness
    8. Gentleness
    9. Selflessness
    10. Self-control
    11. Self sacrifice
    12. Truthfulness
    13. Righteousness
    14. Justice
    15. Mercy
    16. Gracefulness
    17. Humility
    18. Empathy
    19. Sympathy
    20. Spiritual knowledge
    21. Moral Values
    22. Spiritual Wisdom
    23. The fear of God
    24. Faith or Believe or Hope


    I pulled into the Lonesome Creek Store parking lot and started removing my gear just as two cruisers pulled up next to me. It was David Morgan and his wife Jan who had ridden from Bremerton, WA. As it turns out, it was her red cruiser I passed and they followed me into La Push. In the dark, I had not seen David or his bike. My husband Steve called to congratulate me which was a pleasant surprise giving that it was one am in Virginia. We all went in and bought snacks then filled out the paperwork. It was then we realized that the receipt was one hour off. This was noted on the witness form.

    I had made it and with hours to spare.

    As the store was just about to close, David bought me a coffee and we stepped outside on the porch to talk for a little while. I enjoyed their company tremendously, but they had to head home and I needed a shower in the WORST possible way so a few blurry pics and heartfelt hugs and we were both on our ways. I went to the bathroom on the back of the store and removed the Foley, bagged it in trash bag and disposed of it in the large dumpster before leaving.








    On the road leaving La Push I started seeing things. The reflectors indicating a turn was head started blinking in a weird pattern so I flipped on the CREE?s. ?Holy ****! ELK!? There were eight or nine of them crossing the road. The odd blinking was the result of them walking between the reflectors and my headlights.



    At the Dew Drop Inn in Forks I learn I had booked the night of 7/31/13 and they didn't have a room. In fact, no one had a room in Forks so I headed back towards Port Angles. The road along Crescent Lake was stunning on the way in, but now it was a scary, miserable slog back to Port Angles. The currency exchange rate of adrenalin to fatigue in the Bank of Not in Riding Shape was 1:4. I spent most of the ride back standing straight up in part to see further down the road and all the time moving 5 - 10 under the speed limit. I pulled up to the Quality Inn, went inside to check in and came back out only to find my 478 had been stolen!

    I went into shear panic fed on extreme exhaustion. Of course there was no one around and after telling the night clerk what had just happened I rode to my room. It was as I was removing everything off the bike it really hit me and I began to sob like a child punished for something they didn't do. My ride was over. All my routes and waypoints for a west to east ride were lost, over a year in the making just gone, and for what? It was utterly useless without a power cord as battery was long since dead. It was priceless to me and would just in up in trash can here in God-forsaken Port Angles!

    Despair robbed me of all rage and I collapsed to my knees hugging the saddle of my bike for support. Vacillating between out right sobbing and dieseling, I moved like a marionette operated by a drunken puppeteer as I finished de-gearing the bike. I felt bereft of all hope and alone so far from home. I crawled into the cold, lonely bed like a beaten dog hiding from more harm, made quick, disjointed post on Facebook about the stole GPS, then slipped into oblivion on a tear soaked pillow.


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    Heartbreaking.
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    The Weight of the World - Antiatter

    Save me, I'm in a sea of beings
    And there's no deny - the waves are holding me under

    I'm drowning in a thousand faces
    Alien expressions over and over again

    I'm trying to scream but I can't exhale
    The world seems to spin as I'm left on this square
    With no will to hold on
    Am I the only one crushed by the weight of the world?

    Save me...
    I think I've swallowed more than I can comprehend
    A soul laid low

    A soul has lost its faith again, wide awake in this hole
    A maggot on a plate again, wide awake in this hole
    A soul has lost its faith again
    I've lost myself too long
    Am I the only one crushed by the weight of the world?


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajIiEnKtxlQ


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    What an engaging report - but you have left us hanging and in despair with you!
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    I'm sorry to leave you hanging but I'm working back to back 13 hour night shifts right now.

    I'll get right back on it as soon as possible.

    Again I apologies for the delay.
    Let's grab the world by the scruff of the neck, And drink it down deeply, Let's love it to death - Rolling Stones

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    Been wondering about you girl,sounds like a great trip,glad you are doing well.Ed
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    Holding my breath! . . .

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    Sorry about the delay. I've worked all but 3 nights since the last entry. I'm off today then work 6 nights. I'll write as much as I can today and post it later.
    Let's grab the world by the scruff of the neck, And drink it down deeply, Let's love it to death - Rolling Stones

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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fup7fCTbQsE

    What would you think if I sang out of tune
    Would you stand up and walk out on me?
    Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
    And I'll try not to sing out of key

    Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
    Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends
    Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

    What do I do when my love is away
    Does it worry you to be alone?
    How do I feel by the end of the day
    Are you sad because you're on your own?

    No, I get by with a little help from my friends
    Mmm, get by with a little help from my friends
    Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends



    I woke up with a clearer head and a new found distrust for manunkind. I still felt the violation crawling on my skin like leeches as I glanced nerviously around while packing my bike. Upon checking my messages I learned that Augie was shipping me his 478 and my husband would be sending my waypoints via email. I needed to regain the illusion of control so I used the hotel computer to print 'lost puppy/GPS' flyers with a picture of a 478 and my contact info. Then I called the police and filed a report knowing full well that it was pointless.


    As I finished packing to ride to Marrowstone Island, I took stock of my resources. Even without the GPS the route books I had made would work. But without a doubt it would be MUCH easier with it. I had a working bike, funds, a cell phone, a place to stay and a few days to recover and regroup. I began to hope that I could pull off the west to east ride as planned.

    I completed my pre-trip and I don't care what people say, these old K1100's are the f'ing mules of the bike world with the hearts of a thoroughbreds. Ride 'em hard and put 'em up wet, they just don't care.

    I used my cell phone like a GPS and located 3 pawn shops in the area. I told my story at each location and left a flyer them. Then I used my cell phone to route to Drakes place.


    I needed to treat myself to something special, so upon Drakes recommendation, I stopped at The Oak Table Cafe in Sequim for breakfast. I ordered Egg Oscar with a heaping helping of Dungee crab, fresh breakfast potatoes with caramelized onions and coffee served with heavy cream.








    I saviored the delishish food, drank 4 cups of stunningly smooth PNW coffee and caught up with friends via text and facebook. I called my parents as well to let them know what happened and what was in the works.

    I left there looking for a car wash so I could clean up the bike and found one just past the circle intersection in Port Townsend.

    All cleaned up and ready to roll.



    Drake called to say it would be late before he could make it out to the cabin and to make myself at home. I found a liquer store on the way and picked up some Jim Beam and Stoli.


    At the cabin with shed in background.













    Looking up from cabin to outhouse.



    I degeared the bike, put my things in my room, set up my CPAP, changed clothes then poured myself a drink and went out to sit on the deck overlooking Kilisut Harbor.


    I emailed Watt, "I'm working on drinking my back pain and depression away". Later he called to congratulate me on the completion of my Sunrise to Sunset ride and I thanked him for encouraging and supporting me.

    Stick a fork in me I...am...DONE!




    By the time Drake arrived I was fairly mellow. He lit a fire in the wood stove, poured himself a Crown and we talked, laughed and bull-****ted til well past midnight.

    The next moring we got a late start but was just able to make the last breakfast served at The Chimacum Cafe in Port Hadlock.











    As we were leaving I stalled the bike by forgetting it was in gear and releasing the clutch causing it to lurch forward and I dropped it on the left side. Drake and another fellow help pick it up. *shrug* I've long since stopped caring about any wounded pride over dropping bikes as I seems to be really good at it.


    We rode over to the QFC grocery store for some supplies and I made note there was a laundry mat right next door.

    Watching Drake be-bop around the store in his helmet made me laugh. Being a small community they must know all the locals, even the odd rider in the totally awesome helmet because no one even raised an eyebrow.




    As we were leaving this jewel was in the parking lot. I swear I'll NEVER look at a station wagon the same again. It was absolutly beautiful!

















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    Back at the cabin, we cleared out the table and chairs and then muscled Drake's bike in for a little wrenching. That's water not oil if you are wandering.





    The driveway was slick with wet leaves so Drake being the roguish gentleman that he is offered to princess park my bike.











    I was about to get schooled by the Master K man himself. Now for the life of me I still don't fully understand what for all intent and purposes was just magic to me. All I had to do was hold a hot soldering iron tip near the rear speed sensor and Drake was able to calabrate the bike speedometer to prefection. It was something about the 60 cycle stimulation on the sensor and using known data about the RPM's at a known speed and the turning of a screw in the instrument cluster.

    I still say it was magic!








    Drake prepared the salmon he bought and I fixed the shrooms and asparagus.
    Out on the deck we ate like kings on paper plates with the sound of the bay lapping the shore.











    Things were winding down for the day and neither of us wanted to ride and as luck would have it I recieved a call from David Morgan, the LD rider who signed my paperwork in La Push. I had invited him out to the cabin if he should have time and he in fact did.

    SWEET!

    It was so very nice to have some daylight and some time when things were not as rushed as they were. David has one of the all time greatest laughs I've ever heard and gives great hugs to boot! I was also glad he could see me stand upright. At La Push, after being on the bike so long it felt like I had become frozen into the shape of a rider even when I wasn't on the bike. I was having a great deal of pain in my back whenever I tried to straighten up and walk.

    Thank you so VERY much David for making the time to ride out to see me at the cabin!





    After David left, Drake brought out the J?germeister. Now I've never had that before but I liked it, maybe a bit more than I should in retrospect...20/20 and that.



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    As riders we've all heard, 'motorcycles are dangerous, aren't you afraid?'

    Life is a fatal disease. We are born to die. What we do while we live will not change that. And there are worse way to die than in a motorcycle crash. I could live 'safe' so that I can live long enough to end up in a nursing home with bed sores, a feeding tube and a diaper. No, riding motorcycle doesn't frighten me, but living too long does.

    So that night we celebrated the people that we love and miss. Drake lost his father this past year to complications after a fall and they were very close. We recalled stories of our friend Phil Marvin who may have been the greatest k-bike knowledge bank that ever lived. But if you ever heard him tell a story about his trips to Mexico, you would also have to very patient, because Phil never said anything fast or directly to the point. We must have looked like a pair of maudlin drunks but what the hell.



    Phil never met a stranger. In 2009 while waiting for the truck to pick up a busted bike, Phil sought out some local workers to past the time with.




    In 2010 he was the Spaghetti King.



    And his Irish Coffee was not to be missed!






    In 2011 I commented on his weight loss. He said he had lost his appetite and that no matter what he ate, it felt like it got stuck and he had to throw it up. I knew what that might mean and I too felt ill. I made him promise me he would see a doctor as soon as he got back to Texas.









    Three months later he called to tell me to say they had found stomach cancer.

    He passed away less than a year after these pictures were taken.

    Cheers Phil! Ride buddy, We'll catch up later!



    Drake told me he had a IMDb page and of course I thought he was pulling my leg.

    Not.

    He even had the movies and so we watched "Shredder" which was classic B-type slasher film.

    http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0808032/

    After a night spent drinking J?germeister I was still drunkish, not hung over, the next day. It was agreed riding was not going to be in the plans that day and the morning was spent drinking coffee and tweaking with Drakes bike again.

    By noon I was feeling much better but I really needed a shower and to wash some clothes. I rode down to Fort Flagler State Park to buy a shower. It was then I realized I didn't pack wash cloth, well not one intended to bathe with. So I unclipped my bug crusted face shield rag out of my tank bag, and used it. By the time I was done, we were both clean. Twofer!

    Then back to Port Hadlock to wash clothes. I absolutely loath the boredom of Laundromats!

    I don't generally hold still very well.

    I stopped by the post office Nordland on the way back to the cabin to pick up the GPS that Augie sent me.

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    Ok by now I was feeling froggy enough to tear into my bike to sort out a few things.

    First was the right side panel power failure.










    Next was to attempted to repair the J&M on/off switch that had been damaged in the drop.









    No go.

    Then I looked at bypassing or tapping into the helmet speakers and just gave up. I might have been able to do this but just didn't want to keep trying. I knew this would mean no audio input for the rest of the trip and I was not looking forward to it.



    Let me go ahead and say that the only thing I can stand in my ears are foam ear plugs. I've tried many things over the years including the spendy custom molded ones. Even those didn't last more than 500 miles. For the past few ears I simple did without audio input. Then Steve got me the J&M CB so that I can listen to music, books or CB. I still wear the ear plugs for wind noise reduction and the sound from the helmet speakers was AWESOME! I never knew it could be that good!
    Oh well.

    Drake was able to load the waypoints on the GPS the Augie sent. Augie even set up all the screens just like I had mine based on the pics he had seen.







    Then my delight my friend Michael Cummings dropped by for a visit. He's in the Nation Guard and it just so happened that he was in the area the same time I was. I believe the last time we met IRL was in 2007 in Charlotte, NC. He didn't have long to visit but it was so wonderful to see him again. A finer gentleman and dear friend you would be hard pressed to know.














    Dinner on the deck was BBQ chicken that Drake cooked on the grill and rolls. No drinking tonight for me because tomorrow was going to be a long ride to fulfill a promise.




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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLTkHsio9-g

    ?And if I make it to the waterside, will I even find me a boat or so?
    And if I make it to the waterside, I'll be sure to write you a note or
    something.
    Oh I'm on my way, I know I am, somewhere not so far from here?
    - Cat Stevens ? Sitting




    The Ten Bulls in Zen Buddhism are short parables in the form of poems that are intended to show the stages towards enlightenment. Regardless of ones views of the world, I believe there is some truth in every faith. This part of ride could best be described in the parable of Discovery of the Bulls Footprints.


    When Phil passed away, the members of K11OG.org paid for his daughter to fly out to the Annual Hungry Mother meeting in his stead. She was out guest of honor.






    Gear was provided and rides were taken.




    She in turn honored us with this gift.





    Riding in my tank bag next to Ardys ashes, were the ashes of our friend Phil Marvin.
    Phil was a regular at K11OG.org Annual Hungry Mother S. P. gatherings and his spaghetti dinner's were not to be missed! We still cook it every year in his honor though no one can match his Irish Coffee. As Drake and I love our old K-bikes, so did Phil. He was always a wealth of knowledge and always eager to share and patient to teach.

    It was Drake that suggested we ride together and take our friend Phil for one last ride to Neah Bay.








    Finding a good place was not easy and tip-toeing a K11 with a 29" inseam on an incline was not much easier!



    I finally gave up, got off an turned it around.




    I headed back the way we come and waited for Drake. Being able to stand on the pegs and haul ass on the dirt made me a little faster than Drake.




    Here's what he thought of that! :-)




    We did find just the right location. What a beautiful place!









    I filled the now empty vial with sand from the shore and tucked it safely in my tank bag for the ride home.


    I was so grateful to have Drake there because scattering Phil's ashes in the Pacific was harder than I anticipated.

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    Heading back, we stopped along the way.







    And took pictures.









    Note the ****-eating grin!






    We pulled over for a break and a snack at this beautiful but tiny wayside. One of the things that I have always LOVED about Drake is that he always treated me like any other rider that likes to wrench and ride their machines. If I have to explain that to anyone, then you'll probably not understand.








    DAMN! That is one good looking K-Bike!



    Oh look! Another one!



    It was then I noticed I lost my belly pan bracket.




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