Well (?) ....let's see.Have you ever heard of a falling down pin? No? Well, a falling down pin is given to the rider who, on a motorcycle trip, drops their bike. Not crashes, but falls over. I am on the hunt today for such a pin. It is my great honor and privilege to "pin" Bestie!
So....let's back up.
Taking a long motorcycle journey is physically and mentally tiring for the most seasoned of bikers. The fact that this is Bestie's first big journey on her Harley 883 is not to be minimized. Our first day on the road we traveled about 200 miles on highway. The second day found us traveling just about as far, but on small two lane roads through the less populated areas of New York and New Hampshire. After riding for many hours over several days one gets....I don't know...."giddy". No, that does not describe it..."stupid" describes it more accurately.
So, picture the two hobbits on their trusty steeds, winding their way through the shire. ( New Hamp...shire ). Up one mountain side and down another. One little hobbit following the other and the other trusting her GPS to lead them safely over hill and dale. As they approach their final destination on day two, the GPS gives information to the leading hobbit that is terribly confusing, so she pulls into a parking lot to figure it out. The littlest hobbit follows along but stops far from the first. This is where the sorry tale should have ended. But it didn't.
The littlest hobbit decides that the other will want to speak with her so pulls in along side of the other with the best of Hobit intention...and falls over on top of her. With motors whining, fat asses bumping and legs tangling, it was a regular Hobbit cluster f**k on a grand scale!!
With both hobbits now completely pinned between two bikes that collectively weigh over 1000 pounds, is it any wonder that the ensuing struggle to right themselves could have won them spectacular, special medals for Comedy Olympics? No...there is no wondering involved!
Once we got the little Hobbit out from the tangled mess, we righted her steed and then mine. The important thing here is that no one was injured. (...and I didn't like that left blinker on my bike anyway!! )
When they arrived at their destination in the shire, dusty and tired, they poured out a libation and amid gales of lusty laughter, drank to the other and a grand day out.
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