Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from Anonymous. Got your own story? Send it to me. Meteor Moment It was August, 1996, and I had saved up enough bartending tips to take another circle tour around Lake Michigan, starting in Chicago, counterclockwise. You always want to get Gary IN out of the way at the start of the trip. I was meeting an old college buddy, his wife and youngun's in East Jordan MI. That's way up there, like by the second knuckle of your ring finger, left hand -- if you get the analogy. So I've been riding all day and it's nearing dusk. Time to find some campgrounds. There are a couple of little red teepees on the map along the coast so I make it to the first one and it's filled. Twenty minutes to the second one and it's filled. Dusk now. What to do? Can I make it all the way to E. Jordan? It'll be late ... what's that? A private campground! I hope they're not filled too. I pulled up to the snack shop check-in hut and yes, they were filled. Unless I wanted to stay on Gilligan's Island. Sure ... uh, what's that? That's what they called the grassy cul-de-sac that campers pulled in and out around. It had a fire pit and trees. I went to the store for some cheap red wine, Soleo. I even got carded, and I was thirty seven. I thanked the man by doing my best Nixon impersonation: "When I was born, Ike was president." I never expected him to laugh so hard at such a stupid joke. I gave him permission to use it. After cooking up a little meal in my mess kit, I sat back on my machine with the bottle of wine, the center stand down and waited for the tremendous meteor shower that was going to happen pretty soon. Well, riding for eight hours, and a can of Spaghetti-O's doesn't give one much base for a bottle of wine. So as I'm sitting there looking straight up, the sky shifted really fast and I was laying under my motorcycle on the ground. I must have lost my balance while I was sitting there and just leaned off, taking the bike with me. At least that's all I could figure out. I mean, it was on the center stand, and that's pretty secure. After looking around and surmising that none of the families camping nearby saw me, I picked up the machine and nonchalantly set it back up. This time I sat on a log near the fire, hoping that it wouldn't catch on fire, with my luck that night. Oh yeah, the meteor shower was fantastic. -- Anonymous
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