The weather is great for the entire week to come, and I don't have any work before the weekend, so yesterday, I made the snap decision to get into the Miata this morning, put the top down, and drive it 600 miles Eastward to St. Paul with the only purpose on that end is to sit on my brother's porch tomorrow at noon and for an hour or so, drink coffee and BS with him.
Then start back home at about 1:30 PM, hoping to miss most of the Minneapolis/St. Paul rush hour, and roll back into the Rapid City area around midnight.
It's one of those 'It ain't the destination, it's the journey' things.
While I'm at my brother's house, I want to get 'the nickel tour' of his garage, which contains about a dozen motorcycles that he no longer rides, none newer than the early 90's
Later in the season, I may try to buy one from him as long as he won't ride them anymore.
I'm mostly interested in his 1991 Suzuki GSXR1100, which is in a quite pristine and 100% stock condition, yes, including it's original exhaust system.
Anyway, I'll post some road trip photo highlights later today as I zip along Eastward. I'll edit and add them to this post.
Oh, yes, almost forgot. I'm cheerful.
Ready to roll, the Miata's pet carrier had easily accommodated the traveling essentials, oil checked, tires up to spec, wasp's food bowls with fresh sugar water and honey.
Time to go!
Tragedy struck at sunset, about two hundred and fifty miles out, when my cap blew off my bean and out via the open-top.
I spun a quick turnaround and with trepidation, drove the several hundred yards back to where the seemingly lifeless cap lay on the roadway.
I jumped out of the roadster and ran to the motionless cap, picked it up, and gently carried it back to the idling Mazda, where I laid it lovingly on the passenger seat.
Capless, I then moved to the rear of the car, checking the wind direction several times, turned my back to the breeze, and, looking both east and west to be certain that there wasn't any approaching traffic, I performed what my farmer grandfather called 'Taking a Leak' on the gravel shoulder of the highway.
Thusly relieved, I returned to the little Mazda roadster, U-turned it Eastward, and smoothly took it through it's six gears up to the road's speed limit, dabbed the cruise-control's 'Resume' button, and CHEERFULLY continued my journey towards St. Paul.
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