Re: The Colorado BS thread
Whew, what a day. It all started with a visit back to the doctor. They took a few more x-rays and he told me I was healing fine and there would be no need for surgery on either my hand or my pelvis. :clap
I got home and hopped onto this forum to see a new "Tag" had been placed in the Front Range Tag-o-Rama. The new tag happened to be up near Nederland, not too far from my house. Having taken the entire day off of work for my doctor's appointment it was freaking on. I suited up and headed out.
I took HWY-52 from my house into Boulder (a place I highly dislike) and made my way through the lunch time traffic w/o issue. Then I finally left the city and started meandering up HWY-119 towards Nederland. I certainly wasn't making any speed records here, I just took it steady and stayed well within my comfort zone. This caused some jerk-off in a red Nissan truck to get all pissy so I let him pass as soon as the second lane showed up. In my defense he was riding my ass all hurry-hurry like even when there was a Volvo S40 in front of me setting the pace. Some people are just tools.
I made it into Nederland and was amazed at how much more of the scenery I noticed on the motorcycle compared to in my Jeep. I've been up here plenty, in fact the Black Forest Inn is my favorite German Restaurant in the world, and I've been to Germany twice. Shortly after leaving Nederland I ran into a slight issue. A bug went into my helmet and got stuck. I could feel him crawling around my ear and temple, buzzing and angry. Not sure what the hell it was I quickly pulled over and removed my helmet as frantically as I could. I'm sure it looked comical.
Here is the pic I took of the side of the road to mark the occasion.
Continuing on my journey I was just soaking up the curves, the views, and the fresh mountain air. It was my first time running HWY-119 towards I-70 from Boulder on a motorcycle. I always enjoyed the drive in my Jeep but this was on an entirely new level.
I made it to Rawlins and snagged (or grabbed) the tag for the day. Unfortunately they were closed so no pit stop for me.
I had originally planned to turn around and high tail it up to Estes Park to screw with all the Colorado Springs/Castle Rock types that seemed most active in the game, but I also wanted to swing by Performance Cycle in Denver so I continued south instead.
I made it to Black Hawk without any issues. I like most parts of this little town, all the old mining building and stuff are really cool. Here is my drive through pic of Black Hawk.
I was going to link up with HWY-6 and head into Golden but it was closed due to construction. Instead I was forced to head onto I-70 W towards Idaho Springs. Considering Tommy Knockers is my favorite CO brewery I just could resist. This became the new Tag.
I was really starting to get sore from the seat (broken pelvis after all) and my broken right hand was screaming at me from working the throttle for a good 2 hours. I decided to go inside and relax for a bit.
Realizing how late it was getting I decided to go the more straight line route home and headed back towards I-70 East. Holy hell that sucked. I got a major work out in slow speed balance and clutch control, I was freaking out that drop the bike at any moment. This lasted for a good 5 miles and was really frustrating. To make things worse, I had decided that since I was going onto the interstate it would be best to throw my jacket and gloves on. It might be a mesh jacket but holy hell was a roasting. Traffic finally got moving and I cruised along at 70mph not particularly caring for the whole open interstate experience, the last time I was on the interstate I wrecked my KLR so I wasn't having a great time. I just stuck to the slow lane only moving out of it to go around the truckers riding the jake brakes down the hills. I've grossed 98,000lbs running those hills in my work's Freightliner, its no joke when your that heavy.
I got through Denver and made it up to 136th where I could joyously return to Washington Blvd and then the Frontage Road it turns into for the rest of the trip home. The stupid light at HWY-52 kept ignoring me though. It cycled 3 times without ever letting me pass. I finally popped the bike in neutral and walked over to crosswalk and hit the button a few times. Stupid light didn't know who it was messing with. :lol3
All in all a great day, this is the longest I've gone on my bike (or any for that matter) solo or otherwise. It was a long day but well worth it, even the BS construction and heat. I can't wait until this weekend to get back out there.