September 16, 2010 1:24 AM PDT
In my second year of riding, I had an invitation to attend a national hillclimb in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. This meant my first ride with ''the guys'' and my first crossing of the Mackinaw bridge which is by no stretch of the imaginagion, an accomplishment.
When we arrived the paved lane was closed for road construction (of course), so I would also be forced to ''ride the grate'' for that portion of the ride.
Goodnuff....got that done with only a minimal ammount of adreanalin and the guys stop for lunch and a beer.
We split a meal of chicken.......
That chicken didn't set well after a small ammount, so while they all finished up.....I walked and walked.
Time to saddle up and off we go. The guys were mercifull to me and only ran about 70, but it was my first pack ride....not that staggered garbage, I mean tight and tighter.
A few miles up the road the MOST AMAZING THING HAPPENED! I hiccuped.................................and this huge bubble of puke made it's way out and guess what happend at 70 mph!!!!!!! Hmmmm???? I had a face full of stuff AND my glasses were covered so i needed to get 'em cleared and get pulled over with out pissing someone off by crashing into them.
Well.......the guys were great. They offered to let me lie in the grass for a bit, got me a cold wet bike rag that they dipped in the cooler. I told 'em no thanks, washed my face and rode on in to set up my tent and heal.....got ready for the party and had a great time that weekend..............just part of the story.
