Violets New Home

Left on Monday morning bright and early to ride Violet out to Sunny Southern California to deliver to her new owner. It was going to be a 700 mile day so I was on the pavement before the sun was out. Bad decision on my part. When I left it was a brisk 30 degrees and as I got further south it turned to a frigid 25. Not Rad. Compression gloves, hand warmers, and thick leather gloves, still numb as eff. I spent about 3 hours that day in gas stations, warming up and waiting for the sun to start blasting some heat rays. Once I hit Fillmore things started to turn around. That is until I got to Cedar City and realized that my license plate and tail light decided they wanted to take their own trip down I-15 somewhere within that hundred mile stretch. I think the bracket snapped because I cut a ton of material out on the mounting surface to allow it to clear the shocks. So there I sit, at a gas station in Cedar with no plate, tail light, registration, or proof of insurance. No worries right? Only like 500 more miles to go. No choice but to keep blazing. About 40 miles out of Mesquite Nevada the ol Highway Patrol rolls past me and continues on a few miles down the road. I think I am in the clear, until I see him waiting for me on the shoulder. As soon as I get an inch ahead of him his lights are on. Pulled over, told him my epic situation and gave him what little info I had about the previous owner and bikes registration status. After some sweet talking and about 30 minutes on the side of the road and I was back on the highway and paranoid for the next 8 hours. I rigged up a running light in Vegas and just powered to Palm Springs. Made it from A to B in a total of 14 hours and my ass was only a tad bit sore.

She's a runner, thats for sure. Her new home will come with great treatment, lots of logged miles. Sad to see her go.