Odd experience in Paducah
I count myself as one of the stupidest people on two wheels, Al.
In 1965, I took my 1965 Honda Super Hawk on a long ride, from Toronto to Cape Girardeau MO to Virginia Beach and back home to Toronto. I liked that ride a whole lot, for many reasons, all of which you probably know.
When did I do my second long ride? 2006!
Well, I am trying to make up for that interval. I have enjoyed several long rides since, and the next begins in two days.
OK, why am I going to Paducah? Well, that Super Hawk was mine for only one year, because I traded it in on a Honda car, the S-600 ... which didn't stay long either, but this is the bike's story, not the car's.
I never dropped that Super Hawk. Well, almost never. I parked it outside a bar in Paducah, on some soft tar in August. While I was inside having some, uh, coffee, the bike sank into the tar and gracefully fell over onto the bulging knapsack that was hanging off the right side of the bike. (Super Hawks have floor stands only, and the spur to stand on sticks out to the left, so it had to fall to the right.)
No damage, except to my pride. I stamped the broken asphalt into place, and the marks almost disappeared.
All I wish to do in Paducah is ride through without falling over. I won't be able to spot the bar, but I will look.
I have learned about soft tar, and I enjoy the disk that Jim Shaw gave me a couple of years ago. It even has a string to remind me it is in use, and to haul it up with.
Thank you for giving me an extra reason to enjoy Paducah.
Kentucky sure is a lovely state, but its jelly is almost flavorless. :rolleyes: