Well I ventured out to get some redline MT synthetic for the recent horrible jeep transmission rebuild and as fate would have it... Well, I didn't make it.
So there I was, no friends, pissed everyone off too much with my late night texts and so on, ripped it over the port mann, and there's a guy walking back along the the centre divider carrying a helmet, then there's a silver Harley and a co pilot a little ways down.
Traffic is five lanes each side of 90 to 130 k, usual vancouver ____, so I drove my light and nimble ST off the pavement [for the very first time] and after no less than I'm gonna say ten minutes, was able to cross over and walk back, I mean you don't know, you pretty much have to book three days in advance to get an ambulance here.
So, turns out, no big deal, bag flew off. Well, I ain't your Mom so who cares, exchanged a few stories with TLCFTSA and turns out they're from Kelowna, she worked in the school district where I used to get beat up as a kid, so yeah, it was kind of cool.
Made my way back after another wait for traffic break, got on and thought, I'm not doing nothing... So I back tracked to the Brunette exit, made a U turn and hoped for maybe a big bad of dope or something, stayed in the bus lane took it easy and lo and behold, there it was; a black tank bag on the south east end of the port man, no shoulder whatsoever, made may way inside at the end of the first straight bit, got off, four way flasher, and went and retrieved the goodies. And goodies they must have been, weighed twenty pounds.
Walked backwards most way to my bike, one half ton pilot crossed the yellow and that justified the backward walk.
Got back, not much left of the straps, tied it down to my hold the ____ on rear handles, and waited until it was only absolutely unsafe to get into traffic, ripped through 1 and 2 left of the yellow, no sooner my new friends are waving at me from the shoulder; they doubled back as well, glad they did not pull over there, bad idea.
So we leap frogged a few times trying to wind up on the same side of five lanes of unabashed murderers until we got over on the right with some shoulder and visibility and I told them to follow me to where we could sort things out safely.
So we got over I think 168 street somewhere, pulled onto a side road, they were glad to get their [turns out it was a back pack] package back, a couple exploded hey y'alls, a laptop of some kind, some leather gear, glad he got his data / hard drive back, a bit banged up from the bounce, but it started up.
Nice Harley my gosh, didn't get any pics, they were en route Whistler to Kelowna, 117? CV something or other? said it was insured at 65 grand, this guy's front tire was worn on the edges through the grooves, while the centre line still had depth; I said to him, [the rear tire was flatter but they weren't a matched set,] I guess you like the twisties... [this guy front brakes hard in the bends I be thinking perhaps too much so] and he said that he was sport bike [of some sort ] kind of guy before this Harley, anyway, they were midway of a long day and while I sipped in moderation the only unexploded hey y'all, they sailed off into the distant..
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