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Never ride a bike you are not able to afford and how I aquired a GS

Submitted by on Sunday, 19 October 2008No Comment

Sunday night came, I decided to check my email and boom. Suddenly it hit me. I won the auction. I was the newer owner of a 2004 R1150GS Adventure! The bike was in Denver Colorado. The previous owner wasn’t too happy but I guess he needed the money. I sent him the deposit and bought a one way ticket to Denver, Colorado the following weekend.

I checked the forecast for that weekend and it seemed ok. I told my friends and they thought I was insane because on Wednesday they had 18 inches of snow on the ground. I was supposed to be there Saturday. I got many warnings on not to do it, but I was set. I was ready for my first moto adventure.

I got to Colorado with a bunch of cash on my pocket and two things stroke me first: Everything was white. It was 17 degrees. I was prepared for the cold though. I even made a home made electric vest. I had many layers and I bought electric gloves. I took public transportation to downtown were the bike was located. The previous owner was a firefighter and somehow I was trusting him 100%. I couldn’t take a test ride and I was not going to hang out there for too long.

I loaded the bike and the whole fire station came out to see my departure and to tell me I was crazy riding under those conditions. When I pulled over the road was cover on snow but there was ice under. I was skidding all over the place. I wasn’t even familiar with the bike having it to the point of stall at every throttle. The previous owner came to the rescue and basically hold me to the closest road without ice. It was noon.

The temperature increased a little bit and I was confident my trip home was going to be successful. I was so relaxed, I stopped at Colorado springs, had a nice lunch and call a couple of friends. Then something I didn’t take into consideration was the afternoon and night temperatures. As soon as the sun went behind the mountains the temperature started to drop fast. In fact I was getting cold. The sun was gone and I was freezing.

My goal was to make it to Amarillo because that Saturday night there was a UFC fight on TV and I knew it was going to see it at the local Hooters joint. So I pressed hard to make it. The darker it got the colder it got. I was windy too and when I passed New Mexico I saw an small town bank watch reporting 12 degrees. I couldn’t see and I tryied to wipe the fog out of my helmet shield. When I couldn’t, I realized I had ice inside it. I opened the visor but my eyes dried up fast so I had to put it back on and see a technicolor of rainbow lights every time a car was coming into my direction.

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