The Southern Contingent CITC group started the morning with usual ride chatter – who, when, where do we leave from….
We went off list – and into rider only chatter mode – so as to not get dumbass notes from Fudgie-HBWNR (House Bitch Who Never Rides), and also spare the others with revoked kitchen passes, and obscene distances from our logistics information messaging.
I made a morning decision to hop on an earlier flight from Boston to be greated by a literal MONSOON, highways closing scenario (in cage) – as Evil Bill announced he would have none of this and would arrive 1st thing Sat – while MJ confirmed a 2:00ish arrival to the Bagel shop, Thinker confirmed he was in – and side weather observations came in from the South/West Contingent (SWC).
As SWC announced a Plattekill arrival – it was clear that hook-up wasn’t going to happen considering I read the note in my driveway.
With a Thinker arrival to the driveway – and a stop to get MJ and a quick hello and observation from her with an air of disgust : ‘who am I kidding dressing like I’m going bar hopping’ I proceed to put on the rain jacket. I kept my mouth shut and didn’t verbalize “Yeah MJ – you look like Stork in the Stork Suit – or that other guy John what’s his name that dresses in some ripped up NASA space suit from 1954” – which was a good thing because the joke might just be on me.
We were off.
Minus some usual TZ traffic – we were doing nice slab time. Then the misting…. then the wet cars coming at us, and then the real rain.
I had exit 19 on my mind, and ignored the cold and rain – as Thinker pulled in front and stopped under a bridger to get completely rain-geared out.
As we stopped I realized how FUCKING COLD I was. To get my pants on was a huge pain in the ass, and I was shaking so the zippers were a complete bitch and we had little room because of the 8 inch stream the side of the road became. To make life easier I took my phone off – stuck it on the tour pack – and made the mental note that this was not to be forgotten. 10 minutes later and mentally exhausted from trying not to shake to finalize the gear button-up – we were off. I didn’t put on my sweatshirt under the jacket – as I figured we would be exiting right there to a gas station – and I didn’t want to get colder to get warmer at that point.
We passed Exit 19, so much for that, now I get it – and MJ and Thinker returned to normal insane speeds in the rain – and all I could think about was how much I was shaking, and thinking “GOD DAMN IT – DO NOT CLENCH YOUR FUCKING TEETH – WE KNOW WHAT THAT OUTCOME IS”. And then thinking – MJ is going to put some weird space-suit on me or some shit. No way was I getting into GMCP land!
I slowed to 40 MPH as the shaking was out of control, the others were way gone by now – and I saw a sign for the next exit – so that was going to be that.
Fortunately that was our exit – and I saw the others waiting for me to limp off the road. At this point I was shaking so much I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I sent the ‘foot down’ command….
We got some gas – got inside – and got a real large coffee. As I regained consciousness – I kept thinking about an airport. Now I’m really losing it – me thinks. Then the connection – my phone. I left one in Ibiza – and now I87 has this one! Shit – I say – I’ll just call AT&T – and get another – gah…. Then MJ and Thinker say “we’ll go get it”. I say there is no way I’m going back there at that time – needed to get warm in any case. With some logistics and map consultation MJ and Thinker are off – I’m drinking 3 more coffess and reading Maxim Magazine with people with no teeth marveling that I can read.
In relatively no time the gang is back with the smile – so I knew the mission was a success. Woot! Dry too.
Some logistics and planning, radio the home-base – which announces we are pretty close. MJ proclaims she will meet her buddies, Thinker and I will proceed – and we will noodle over the rest later.
Thinker and I are greeted by a bunch of parked motocycles – many of which we didn’t know – and the welcoming shitfaced crew that promptly decended down from the main building.
(See other Ride Report for the follow-on)