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How could anything so simple be so complicated??
Just because one posts on the forum, doesn't make one a member of MGNOC and vice versa. The forum is for connecting with Moto Guzzi owners not MGNOC members. Pretty simple to me.
True , except it is mostly MGNOC members that have been PMing me asking questions about what will happen . I don't mind helping , which is why the request for info was made . Dusty
I'm out. I have 3 "round marbles" in my kidney that are coming out on that Thursday afternoon. I'll still be pissing cockeyed
BUMPNoticed that it's still on the Wildguzzi Calendar on the original date...
I'm out for sure. The 5 "marbles" came out with no problems today. Earlier this morning I was in ER for a Gout determination. I cannot walk even with crutches. Unreal!!!
John, our best wishes for a speedy recovery!
Thanks Tom,I mowed the lawn and trimmed bushes today..... Back to normal!
A bar few miles away too.
The rally was great! 40 or so good folks, all acting socially responsible, at least when it came to distancing! The only unusual part of the trip was days earlier when my buddy Mark and I left to take the long way around via IL, Iowa, Nebraska, South Dakota, Minnesota and WI. The Monday before the rally we were caught out in the open on US Route 30 in Cedar Rapids IA, when we were struck head on by a 110 mile an hour straight line hell storm called a derecho, or Land Hurricane. We saw what looked to be a very heavy thunderstorm coming at us, I was leading and started heading for a bridge overpass to stop and get rain gear on and wait it out. But 75 yards from the bridge the leading edge slammed head on into us at approx. 60mph with massive rain, we managed to stop under the bridge, but couldn't get off the bikes as the wind speeds were increasing by the moment. A semi truck stopped behind us, another in front, all traffic was halted. Within 5 minutes Mark was literally blown off his Cal 1100i and into the ditch, he crawled through the now 100mph conflagration to a hunker behind the nearest bridge pylon. I was angled slightly more head on into the wind and presented a smaller target for the wind and was still straddling my new v9, trying desperately to stay up right, that's when the cattle truck 40 feet in front of me started to blow towards me. I could barley see through the blinding wind and rain, but the 18 wheeler was being pushed backwards in my direction. At that point I thought if that bastard lets go I'm going to be nothing more than a smudge on the tarmac. I struggled to lay the bike down and tried to run over to where Mark was, but was blown to the ground by the 112mph winds, I crawled to the pylon and huddled with Mark for what was an stunning long time of at least 20 more minutes while devastating natural power raged. Thank god we both had our helmets on to protect from the blowing rain and debris. Time seemed to become untrackable, but eventually it began to weaken and the over the road trucker behind us managed to get his passenger door open to wave us over. We scrambled our way over and to his cab, he had a towel and a dry cab and comfort from the storm. After another 25 min or so we were able to get out and get to the bikes, the front truck managed not to come all the way back and my bike was spared. Both bikes were in pretty good shape and started up. Hi powered electric lines lay across the road and on the truck that was blowing backwards. The surrounding area for 70 miles north a south was utterly devastated, hit with the equivalent of a Cat 3 hurricane, but without warning.There is much more detail I have left out, but you get the idea. This beast was magnitudes more brutal than anything I had ever experienced, and a mere hour before the sky was clear and sunny! We got dam lucky, many others didn't fair so well.
The only unusual part of the trip
