Our man Christian is in the field going westward, but not before completing his first ever Iron Butt Association's Saddle Sore 1000 (That's 1000 miles in 24 hours). His course yesterday was Red Wing to Pueblo, Colo. Christian made it in fine form, and even found the time to write about the experience. He now joins the company of manly men and will earn braggin' rights at the next party. Here, without further ado, is his tale:
Well, I did it! It wasn't too bad either. The only hiccup was when I tried to leave at 0430. I kept remembering things, and couldn't find the spot etc., so I didn't roll out until 0515. First order was to get a gas receipt, so I went to Joe's Mobil to get the non-ethanol-stuff. First thing I noticed was that my remote heated liner n glove controller wasn't working.... Great, batteries are dead. I figured I will stop by home and change them as I have some in a drawer and I need to unscrew a cover to get at them. If I were smart I would have checked this the night before.
So. Joe's. The pumps are on, but it wasn't until I had run my card and tried to put fuel into the tank that I realized I had to lights. I was filling in the dark! Thus, I rammed the nozzle all the way down and hoped the auto shutoff worked. If I were smart I would have gone to another gas station and not risked gas in lap. But it worked, partially filling my tank, but I didn't get a receipt because I wasn't quick enough to push the requisite button. Dammit!
Ok. Batteries. It was 55-degrees so not totally necessary to get the liners working, and I still needed a receipt, so I resolved to just stop at KwiktTrip and get both. Done. On the road.
Of course it got colder, 43-degrees by the time I was on I35. Still ok though, the long undies and wickers turtleneck and the heat from the FJR was sufficient, and with no remote the heated gear reverts to 1/3 power. I wasn't totally comfy, but enough to avoid stopping just to swap batteries. As dawn was .. um ... dawning... I figured it would get warmer.
At the Iowa welcome it was only 45-degrees and I changed the battieries. Only thing is I bought AA and needed AAA. I had two partially used AAA (a duracell and a super pricey lithium) so I put them in. This will bite me later.
And so I traveled around Des Moines and snacked on a granola bar and a banana. In Omaha I changed to shorts n a tshirt, and opened a 10 year old mre.... ewwwww the grilled hamburger patty had leaked all over. Garbage! I ate some beef jerky instead.
As the sun set behind the rockies the temps dropped quickly and I needed fuel and more layers. But once off the interstate the road quality tanked and speed limits were redonkuously low. But I was on the home stretch.
Ok the batteries in the remote heat controller have run out. Dammit!
And then I lost audio on the right side. Dammit!
Carolyn and her husband were waiting there, ready to be my witnesses and they even upgraded me to a cabin so I could 'get a good rest'. That was awefully nice of them! Walking to my cabin I realized there was a racetrack across the highway... aha! The cabin blocked some of the noise.
So now I am just as tough of a rider as y'all!