Day 3. Hooked up with a long lost (30 years) friend and went prospecting for the day. Got some nice color. My Prospecting stuff fits perfectly in the passenger area with some bungies. I was already worried about the noise coming from the bike, but when I read the weather forecast for today, I decided it might be time to bail out and come home. I had plans to drift on up into Etna and Yreka area to visit an old neighbor of mine who had moved up there a number of years ago. I was also tired of sleeping on hotel beds. My back was killing me. So I decided to bail out. I made it to Redding before I got into rain, and rain it did. Radar showed I was in a RED area. It was raining so hard, I could not even see my lane, kinda like riding by brail. I was worried about hitting a puddle and loosing the bike. Waited for some time under an overpass, getting blasted with dirty road water and wind rocked as every truck went by just 4 feet to my Left. (there were no convenient off ramps or covered gas stations around.) Finally decided to just go for it. While riding, there was lightening strikes around me, and I hoped none would find me. Bike coughed a few times as the air filter (cone type), was injesting water. Once I got clear of the rain, it was clear cool temps sailing down I-5 with the cruise set at 80. I was dry again by Orland. Bike is a total mess. I am planning on dropping it off at the shop today for a look see, once I find a ride home. They always clean the bikes before returning them, LOL let's hope they do it today. One interesting thing happened the day before. I was coming across on 299, kinda tired, so I was putting along at 65, some hippy beater van passed me, and flipped me off. Guess I was going too slow for them. F em'. Speed limit was 55. Of course I got up this morning and looked at the weather, and they degraded the forecast rain down to mostly cloudy and light rain. Oh well.. Hind sight. Overall great trip.
Illegitimus non carburundum. Or something to that effect. Jack of all trades, master of none.