JDOCKERY132445
OldBMWMaster
High bridges
My buddy Keith and I were coming back from Daytona to NC in a driving rain and wind that started at the GA line. We stopped in Charleston, SC for a bite to eat and the wind was howling and the rain was coming in sheets. Keith was ready for a motel, but I was ready to get home. He was on his GSA, I was riding my old R100RT. Both were doing OK, but I knew the big bridges in Charleston were going to be tough. We slowed our pace until a semi went by and then we shifted to his leeward side and paced him across the bridges. He knew what we were doing and tried to keep his rig from blowing into our lane. Sometimes large trucks are beneficial. Wind and rain do not tire me as much as temps above 100 though.
My buddy Keith and I were coming back from Daytona to NC in a driving rain and wind that started at the GA line. We stopped in Charleston, SC for a bite to eat and the wind was howling and the rain was coming in sheets. Keith was ready for a motel, but I was ready to get home. He was on his GSA, I was riding my old R100RT. Both were doing OK, but I knew the big bridges in Charleston were going to be tough. We slowed our pace until a semi went by and then we shifted to his leeward side and paced him across the bridges. He knew what we were doing and tried to keep his rig from blowing into our lane. Sometimes large trucks are beneficial. Wind and rain do not tire me as much as temps above 100 though.