on saturday, I get kicked out of the dorm hall for winter break.
I was doing a top-end reseal kit on my car, the professor in charge of the lab found out I wasn't an automotive student, and kicked me out. the kids that were left working on my car somehow managed to fuck it all to shit. it misfired when they got done, now apparently it won't even start. I'm pissed, but being pissed isn't going to get me to Texas.
I have family in Atlanta, which is about 12 hours due south of here.
Atlanta to Texas is about 16 hours.
all stated times are always about 1/3rd faster when on a bike...this
1978 CB750 I found on craigslist
anyways, its going to be 38 degrees and dry here on saturday, idk about the rest of the way.
I have good biker gear, facemask, helmet, jacket, gloves...
I am going to buy a couple of those "hot hands" instant heat packets to put on my nuts or in my gloves or wherever to keep from freezing to death.
go ahead and tell me I'm fucking crazy, its what everyone tells me about this...except allweather bikers, who are used to this kind of shenanigans.
I'll keep y'all updated