Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: San Antonio, TX & Moosehead Lake, ME
Mentioned: 2 Post(s)
Ah the joys of discovery! I was amused and enlightened by your tale and your lessons learned. It brought back memories from a similar trip long ago.
In October 1972 while on my way from England to Saigon, courtesy of the USAF, I stopped in San Antonio to visit my parents and to pick up my Suzuki T500J that had been air freighted to the S.A. airport. Even though it was a UK version I had no trouble with Customs and rode it to my folks house to be stored while I was in Viet Nam.
To my surprise and lasting disappointment my assignment was cancelled and I was sent to Grand Forks AFB, ND. That, by the way, was not a good deal. SAC and I did not see eye to eye on any number of issues, humor being at the top of the list.
No matter, I decided to ride the T500 to ND and then consider a better form of winter transportation. To say that the trip went from pleasant to pretty terrible might be an understatement. Texas and Oklahoma were OK though windy (as you mentioned) and then it became cooler and more windy. Then came the fog and heavy rain. Oh yes, and the usual "you're going North old son" October temperatures. Heated gear, GoreTex, heated grips? Not back then, especially for a 500cc two stroke twin with a tiny battery and charging system. By the time I reached Grand Forks I was ready to swear off motorcycles forever.
Fortunately, I eventually thawed out and reconsidered. When I departed Grand Forks 13 months later in December 1973, I put the Suzuki in an open U-Haul trailer and headed for San Antonio. When I stopped for gas in Oklahoma (in the days when attendants pumped fuel) the gentleman noticed a foot of snow in the trailer along with the bike. That time discretion was the the better part of valor. Isn't life and discovery grand?
And that's all I have to say about that, to borrow a line from Forrest Gump.
"Plan? Plan! There ain't no plan."
Pig Killer, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome
Last edited by Arion; 04-04-2016 at 10:02 AM.