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| Happy-ass Lunatic ![]() Join Date: Dec 2003
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It was chilly yesterday (Sunday) here, but it was a special day so I was going riding come hell or high water. As most of you probably remember, I've got a new GSXR. I just got the license plate and mounted it on the bike last week. Yesterday afternoon around 3 I went for a ride through my favorite set of curves. Only my second time taking this bike to "the curves" that permeate the MS river bluff north of Memphis, where I cut my motorcycling teeth. I rode ohhhhhhh, maybe 35 miles before I arrived in downtown Memphis and stopped at a park to have a smoke and watch a barge or two pass by. I'm standing there admiring how I was eating away at those stinking chicken strips on the rear tire (like I said, it was only the second time I had taken the new bike to the curves), when I suddenly notice . . . the @#$%ing license plate's missing! I was like W . . . T . . . F???? I had stopped to fill up in Frayser, which is a horrible part of Memphis (as if there's a "non-horrible" part I quickly came to me senses and realized that somewhere . . . over the past 35 #$%^ing miles(!!!) . . . my new tag (which had OBVIOUSLY not been installed properly my yours truly) must have rattled itself off. In a panic, I re-mounted the machine and started re-tracing my steps. Bear in mind . . . I had made a 'spirited sprint' all the way here I'm freaking riding down a 4-lane divided highway . . . at 33 mph . . . in the left lane . . . scanning the opposite lanes . . . with my hazards on . . . while cars blow around me at 60-70 mph. Nope, no tags here. Finally, I arrive back in the curves, where it's a little easier to look for the lost plates (because I'm not having to scan two lanes + emergency lanes on the other side of a median). I'm riding down the road, scanning for my plates, when I see the license plate cover. Like a dimwit, I think "Well there's the cover, but THAT does me no good." You know that little part of your brain that acts like your mother? Yeah, that part. That part says, [mama's voice] "Well, numbnuts, if the COVER'S there, doesn't it stand to reason that the plate's got to be SOMEWHERE near here?" [/mama's voice] I immediately grabbed a handful of brake and pulled to the side of the road and hopped off . . . almost stepping on my $70 license plate in the process! I snagged the plate and the cover, then spent 5 seconds looking for the little plastic screws that held it on before realizing that I was on a curvy road with multiple elevation shifts and <hey!! I rode home with the plate shoved down the back of my pants and arrived only 1/2 hour late. For some reason, I felt like a teenager that has mischievously set his/her watch back and tried to convince their parents that they are late coming home from a date because their watch is wrong: "Yeah, honey . . . I know I was supposed to be home 1/2 hour ago, but my license plate fell off and well, you know, I had to keep riding my new motorcycle until I found it. I'm going to the store this afternoon to get 2 sets of metal license plate mounting hardware. |