good to hear the ride was good fellas, love to hear when no popo trouble happens.
My ride was freaking amazing:
first of all I fell for the old weatherman again, i actually believed it would be in the 60s and sunny.. yes laugh at me now. so i took my summer leathers, which just like Mitch's have many little holes in them. amazing when its 60s+ but suck major one when its 40s to low 50s and pouring rain...
on the way there, i was chilling and having a great time, until about buffalo, when fatigue and the cold started taking their toll. and the last 150 miles felt like eternity.. at least it was dry. the ride took a whole 10 hrs, I had a great Sunday in Toronto, no international incidents. thanks for asking. i left Monday at 6:30 am.
Now the ride back was setting up to be an interesting event from the get go, i managed to outrun the rain for a bit, but the weather wasn't going to get any better, so i stopped at a local tim hurtons (kinda like dunkin but a bit cheaper and fancier), and looked my gear over.. i had under Armour top and bottom on, i put on a fleece vest, then i took the free newspaper, and stuffed it between the vest and the fleece i put over it, over the fleece i put a garbage bag, kindly sourced from a nice woman at the counter.. im assuming and hoping it was unused. and over all that, the lovely perforated dainese jacket, which luckily zipped shut, despite making me look like a stuffed sausage.
silicone work gloves under leather gauntlets, courtesy of the same lovely lady, and i was good to go.
in the next 11 hrs, i was bombarded by lovely potholes, standing water, poring rain, trucks, a few rear tire slides and great drivers from the tri state area. stopped at least half a dozen times, had about a gallon of coffee and enough doughnuts to feed a small platoon.. had 6 pills of ibprufen in hopes to silent down the wrestlers shoulders and eventually got home at 5:30 pm.. to a hot shower and a delicious home cooked meal, cooked by the lovely wife.
and now after ive struggled to stay awake for the past 3 hrs, pretending to coach someone, i'm pretty much ready to pass the f out..
lessons learned in 1087 miles covered in 21 hrs: dont let the kids wrestle if you want them to have functioning shoulders, dont listen to the weatherman, always have a garbage bag and silicone gloves with you, dont listen to the weatherman..
sorry for the long post.