A little over a week ago, on my way to the Oregon Coast, I hit a pothole about the size of the Grand Canyon. The incident took me by surprise and scared the crap out of me. My butt actually left my seat for a second -- and my heart stopped momentarily -- but I survived the crater without losing my balance and continued on.
It wasn't until after lunch when we were all climbing back on the bikes to head further north along the coast when my husband noticed a slight bend in my front rim. Needless to say, I was nervous about the possible out comings that a bent rim could lead to. He assured me it was fine but to pay attention in case I notice anything different. Well, the roads were crap so noticing anything different was going to be a challenge.
I managed to make it home without incident and even met up with some other friends the next day for another 200 mile adventure. My husband and I stopped by the Harley store (Latus Motors) on our way home that day and ordered a new rim. Unfortunately, this is the busy time of year so I had to book 2 weeks out for the service and install.
I didn't think it was a big deal. After all, I just rode over 400 miles on the bent rim without an issue. That was until this last Saturday. It was our HOG Chapter's annual poker run and all the volunteers got to go on the pre-ride. I followed my husband up to Latus (the meeting point) with no problem. I got to talking to a girlfriend about the rim and when I showed her the actual bend, well, holy moly, if that thing hadn't gotten worse. I hadn't noticed an issue with the ride there but there was no way I was going to take that thing out on a group ride. All my safety education told me to park the sucker.
And so I did. I rode with my husband on his bike...it wasn't the same but it was nice sitting in the saddle with him. I miss that part but not the boring passenger part.
So, now I have to wait until this Saturday to get my front wheel replaced. My poor, wounded little train! Don't worry baby. You'll have some nice new shiny chrome come Saturday!
It wasn't until after lunch when we were all climbing back on the bikes to head further north along the coast when my husband noticed a slight bend in my front rim. Needless to say, I was nervous about the possible out comings that a bent rim could lead to. He assured me it was fine but to pay attention in case I notice anything different. Well, the roads were crap so noticing anything different was going to be a challenge.
I managed to make it home without incident and even met up with some other friends the next day for another 200 mile adventure. My husband and I stopped by the Harley store (Latus Motors) on our way home that day and ordered a new rim. Unfortunately, this is the busy time of year so I had to book 2 weeks out for the service and install.
I didn't think it was a big deal. After all, I just rode over 400 miles on the bent rim without an issue. That was until this last Saturday. It was our HOG Chapter's annual poker run and all the volunteers got to go on the pre-ride. I followed my husband up to Latus (the meeting point) with no problem. I got to talking to a girlfriend about the rim and when I showed her the actual bend, well, holy moly, if that thing hadn't gotten worse. I hadn't noticed an issue with the ride there but there was no way I was going to take that thing out on a group ride. All my safety education told me to park the sucker.And so I did. I rode with my husband on his bike...it wasn't the same but it was nice sitting in the saddle with him. I miss that part but not the boring passenger part.
So, now I have to wait until this Saturday to get my front wheel replaced. My poor, wounded little train! Don't worry baby. You'll have some nice new shiny chrome come Saturday!
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