Jim and I met in Springfield, VA at 4:45 am on Wednesday, July 23rd. The plan was to leave Springfield and head West for about 1500 miles on our FJRs. That would have put us somewhere near Burlington, CO at about 2 am on Thursday if everything worked out ok. This would have gotten us a Bun Burner Gold from the IBA (sorry no links right now, I'm composing offline). The pace is rough, but it's possible and Jim and I have both done that kind of distance and time before.
What actually happened was a fair bit different.
A local DC-Cycles member and IBA member, Louis, was kind enough to show up and sign our starting witness forms. Then, Jim decides he needs to check his tire pressure. Ok, fine... We air up his tires. Then we pull up and get gas. This gets us a time-stamped receipt and starts the clock ticking. Jim tries to put his helmet back on and his speakers fall out.
Jim messes with them for 20 minutes or so, says goodbye to his wife and we can finally start rolling. We've already lost time, but not much.
Then we head into Pennsylvania and it rains... The entire time we're in that state. Not too big of a deal, but it means we aren't able to use CBs (mine's not waterproof) and we're not making really good time. But, we persist and aren't doing too bad. The rest of the trip goes without too much incident until we hit Kansas.
Kansas is hot and boring. We've messed with the CBs and they are close to useless. Jim's is probably worse than mine, but that's like arguing about which pile of poo is bigger. Not too big a deal, but it's another setback. We just aren't making real good time. I'm having to stop at every gas station and soak down my head-rag and drink lots of water. Dehydration is definitely a concern. BTW... when I say it's "hot", I mean that the average temperature is about 100 degrees. :S
Then we hit St. Louis. Traffic was real heavy to start with. Add in some construction, then an accident and we're at a standstill. We probably lost an hour or so getting through it. We're also exhausted from the heat. But, we press on.
We finally get about 40 miles East of Abilene and stop at a Denny's for food. The service was pretty bad and Jim and I are both beat. We reluctantly decide that it's not smart to continue and we cancel the Bun Burner plans. We tried to get a room in two places and called two others. All are full. So, we ride on to Abilene and managed to find one hotel with a room. We notice another FJR out front and hope we can catch him in the morning. That's it for us, good night! Time... 2 am.
We get up Thursday morning and repack the bikes. We meet up with John, the other FJR owner and chat with him for a few minutes while he's packing up. He's from Richmond and we'd both met him before at the Eastern Owner's Meeting. He's traveling with his wife and taking it a bit easier than we are, but he heads out before us. We figured we'd catch up with later. Wrong!
We keep on going and manage to get out of Kansas (YAY!). We make it somewhere in Colorado and have figured out that we can still do a regular Bun Burner if we get a few hundred miles in about 5 hours. A Bun Burner is 1500 miles in under 36 hours. No problem! We just keep on trucking and manage to get it done. We pad out the mileage a bit and stop at 1580 miles. Jim goes to gas up to get his final time-stamped receipt. It's about 100 degrees out and we both have about half a tank of gas.
I'm at an opposite pump and am digging out my credit card when I hear a loud "whoosh" and then a big splash. I turn around and see the remnants off a lot of liquid hitting the ground between me and Jim. Turns out that his tank vent had clogged and it pressurized from the heat. Jim says that a huge column of gas just shot out of his tank and arced over towards me. Luckily it didn't make it all the way. This is a wierd "glitch" I was already aware of, but it's news to Jim. I explain it and we now are both in the habit of holding the lid closed when we release the key latch on the gas tanks. ;)
Anyway, we eat and then roll on. We hit one really heavy thunderstorm, but it was actually kind of nice. I dry out in no time (I'm wearing mesh gear by now). We reach Denver without further incident, but then I had to choose to stay on I-70 instead of taking the bypass. Traffic was congested, but there weren't any problems. We finally make it to the hotel around 6 pm.
My wife was there waiting for me. :) We grabbed some food, hung out with Jim and then called it a night. Let the NAFO rally begin!