Sheesh. That was an oddly intense week. After the funeral, I found out that CT was looking at snow with accumulation, which just isn't something that mixes well with motorcycles.
So I left asap, motoring south. I got as far as the NJ turnpike before the torrential rains hit. After that it was pretty much a disaster. The visor fogged no matter what I did, the horn circuit got wet and kept randomly going off (I have an air horn - loud enough to cause alarm), and all my "waterproof" gear started failing, one piece after another. Except for the gortex boots - which filled with water and would not drain. I can't recall more miserable travel ever. In any medium. I had to crush the horn circuit relay (I have a replacement) and use tin foil to cover part of the radiator (the engine was actually too cool with the wind and rain!)
I had planned on meeting a female friend for a date in DC. Yep. An actual date. But she was left sitting in her swank dress and shoes while I crept southbound, warming my hands as best I could. When I finally arrived in DC, 4 hours late, and teeth chattering with cold, she took pity on me and let me use her dryer. (I sat on the curb and emptied the water from my boots before knocking on her door.) Probably qualifies as the worst date I've ever had, casual or otherwise.
I hung out with The James Bond Watch (and saw his totally awesome new digs and new office space in the DC federal courthouse). His roommates are great. I also had brunch with the mystery lady and some friends which went much better due to a lack of dripping and shivering. She and I then went to a Man Ray exhibit which was totally impressive. Some people are easy to moniker, some are not. She's not. So she's just going to be the mystery lady for a bit while I consider this. I mean we talked about critical race theory, poetry, made fun of impressionism, and hold similar opinions on Fishbone and the Tarot. Quasi Freakish parallels abounded.
I left DC on Monday and headed south. The ride got increasingly better as I went. Sherry sealed up beautifully and her gas mileage improved along with her power. Low 40s while cruising at 70? Gotta love it. I spent the final 18 hours in one extended stretch of just-go. So I feel that while I'm slowing a bit with age, I can still largely bring it in the endurance category. 1000 miles in less than 24 hours. That's not so bad.
I also discovered that while I like to think I'm tolerant, there are some things that I have no respect for. All of these things managed to manifest themselves in a gas station in southern GA. A truly odd moment.
And now, back to the grind.