Cycle61
What the shit is this...
So this morning turned out to be one of those mental health days, you know, the ones where you just can't handle the thought of going in to work. So I called in sick 
and fired up the bike. I had all the fairings removed from the night before (just checking some stuff out) and rather than spend all the time to button it up, I decided to roll with the bike naked.
Here we are, warming up in the early morning sun about 6:30 am (that's my fairings on the hood of the car
)
A few hours later, on the climb up to Sonora pass. That's a little chunk of snow in front of the bike there. Much more of that in a few more miles...
Stopped at Dardanelle's for a bit of gas. And you thought the SUV in your neighborhood was a tank
And on up we go, to the summit of the pass and the highest elevation of the day. The bike was still running well, but would backfire out the exhaust if I rolled off the throttle for about 2 seconds, and mid-range power was way down. Ah, carburetors!
The descent down into Antelope valley was uneventful, it was nice to get down to warmer elevations after the chilly pass in my summer coat. I turned north on 395, and apparently my right hand was a little too happy to be on a straight road again
The officer was generous enough to let me go with a warning, which mostly consisted of a reminder that the nearest hospital was about 90 minutes away...by helicopter. I slowed down a bit for a few miles, but man, that road can get boring.
and fired up the bike. I had all the fairings removed from the night before (just checking some stuff out) and rather than spend all the time to button it up, I decided to roll with the bike naked.Here we are, warming up in the early morning sun about 6:30 am (that's my fairings on the hood of the car
)
A few hours later, on the climb up to Sonora pass. That's a little chunk of snow in front of the bike there. Much more of that in a few more miles...
Stopped at Dardanelle's for a bit of gas. And you thought the SUV in your neighborhood was a tank
And on up we go, to the summit of the pass and the highest elevation of the day. The bike was still running well, but would backfire out the exhaust if I rolled off the throttle for about 2 seconds, and mid-range power was way down. Ah, carburetors!
The descent down into Antelope valley was uneventful, it was nice to get down to warmer elevations after the chilly pass in my summer coat. I turned north on 395, and apparently my right hand was a little too happy to be on a straight road again
The officer was generous enough to let me go with a warning, which mostly consisted of a reminder that the nearest hospital was about 90 minutes away...by helicopter. I slowed down a bit for a few miles, but man, that road can get boring.
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nice ride.. 
