|Yamhill County Courthouse in McMinnville (online photo)|
We are fine, there wasn't an accident or anything, in fact we gave it the old college try but something was off this morning. We prepped last night, woke early this morning, packed a lunch and headed down the road just before sunrise to meet them. For some reason though, I just wasn't feeling it and that feeling wasn't get any better. We met up at our rendezvous point, said our hellos and started riding north. It was a chilly 38º and I was cold, which is uncommon for me, but it caused me to be tense which made me that much more cold. I could see Trobairitz in my mirror and I knew she was cold, the feeling in my stomach wasn't going away and it was affecting my riding.
In what felt like forever, we passed a sign stating the 5 mile distance to Amity and the 12 miles to our first photo stop of McMinnville. I called Brandy on the radio asking her how she was doing? "Oh I'm fine, it's only 12 miles, I can make it". That's great, but I'm not going to make it and I'm going to call it a day. We arrived in Amity and I tried to signal Josh that I was pulling over but couldn't get his attention. I eventually pulled over and I couldn't go any further. We stopped and waited for them to turn around and come back. I sat on the sidewalk trying to warm up in the early morning sun but I sill couldn't get over the queezy feeling in my stomach and rather than tossing my cookies 100+ miles into the ride I called it. Sorry guys.
Josh and Meg trudged on while Brandy and I limped home like a school kid sent to the nurse's office. My ability to operate a motorcycle safely was suffering and I was impaired. I was drowsy and I couldn't focus one hundred percent on my riding so I slowed down, increased my following distance and pulled over a couple of times to warm up while checking on Brandy and that she was doing okay. When I knew that we were both safe to ride we would carry on and we made it home safe and sound. It's amazing how far 40 miles can be.
It takes a lot to drop a guy like me, I'm usually up for anything so when I call it quits, it's quits. The important thing is knowing when to say when. If you don't feel well enough to ride just admit it, the group will carry on, not have to worry about you and there will be other days to ride.
Thanks for the text Bobskoot and your concern, you are quite the detective. I warmed up, rested and am feeling a bit better. We just got a text from Meg saying they made it Astoria and are having quite the adventure. I'm glad they continued on and are having fun. We'll get these photo tags soon.
|Tillamook County Courthouse (online photo)|
In the meantime, ride safe.
Addendum for Toad Mama: