Running on the Edge of Dry

Tonight was a more close call than I'd like to have again in a while. No, it had nothing to do with being in inherent danger while driving (contrary to what my mother and grandmother might tell you), because this happening would not have let me drive further. I was headed out to the lake for a gathering that my grandma invited me to, so I went. On the way out, I ran low on fuel, and had to go to the reserve tank. Fearing I would not make it back to town, I debated turning around and returning home. But, I decided to continue and hope for the best. I did make it back, but didn't like the uneasy feeling of not knowing when the engine was going to die, and that would be the end. I was warned not to run too long on the reserve as running out is a major problem, and I hereby vow to do everything to not let it happen again. I had images of the scene in "Wild Hogs" where they push the bikes through the desert since they run out of gas. Well, that would have been me, minus the desert part, and minus the pushing part. I'd have called on my cell phone for backup from town.

Well, I had planned on lots of saddle time this weekend, and it didn't quite happen as much as I'd hoped. I did get some miles on. As mentioned, enough to run me almost dry, but on Saturday I didn't make the trip to Woonsocket on the bike as planned. It was incredibly windy, and I rode in a vehicle with someone else. Riding in the wind would have been tough, but coming back would have been worse as we drove through not only high winds, but driving rains also. It was almost as smart of a move as not going to Redfield on Friday. Two good decisions in a row. I hope that kind of luck continues.