Since when did bike tech become a place for a bunch of housewives? How sore could you possibly have been from a trip back from Miami? I did a trip from Miami to Palm Harbor, doing anywhere between 80-120mph the whole way, on the Harley and I was fine. Oh, and the Harley doesn't ride anywhere NEAR as smooth as those 4 cylinder Japanese bikes.

Now, here's a good one. I was on the way back from Orlando a few months back on my Honda. The whole ride there was beautiful, the weekend we stayed was awesome, and half the ride home was fine. Well, halfway back on I4 I was like, "Wow, that looks like rain up there." I swear, before I finished the sentence we were in a god damn monsoon! Cars were pulling off of the road it was so bad, my friends and I really couldn't see shit.

So, I motion to pull off to the right shoulder, and we try, but Florida being the contruction state had the shoulder blocked off with dividers. I didn't notice until we got right on them since I couldn't see, then I backed off and motioned for the left shoulder. We go to roll off to the left shoulder, I pull off first, then I realize that it's actually sloped and there's a giant ditch full of water on the left.

Well, it was too late for me to pull back, and the slope + fresh wet ground was enough to kill my traction... so off into the ditch I went at 50mph. Here I am, blind, doing 50mph in a grass/dirt ditch that's 2 feet full of water, yet, somehow I keep the bike up! I managed to pull it back out onto the shoulder, park it, and kick my stand down. My buddies, in disbelief, join me.

So now I'm sitting there with Forge and Freaksoft (Preston), in the rain getting soaked, just talking, and here goes Preston's bike. I guess he didn't put the stand down too steady, cause it just toppled over into the ditch and we had to go pick it up.

We finally decide that sitting in the rain sucks and go to find an overpass. Keep in mind we can't see, and we're in the middle of nowhere on I4. We find and exit, pull off, and before we realize it, we're in like 4 feet or water! Luckily, the air box and intake on the Hondas we were riding are all at the top, so no hydrolock, but it was like jet skiing. Again, somehow nobody goes down and we finally find an overpass to ride out the storm under.

15 minutes goes by, we're waiting for the monsoon to pass and just talking, not really looking at the bike. I turn around and see something frightening... my bike sunk! Where we parked under the overpass must've been a swamp or something, because the ground just chewed up our bikes! My bike was sunk down to where the frame was touching ground. We ultimately had to rock it out of the mud while I tried to walk it out from the side like it was a show pony. Clutching a bike and walking with it from the side, in slippery mud mind you, is not an easy task!

The whole experience basically sucked.