First long ride...

Well, I've had my motorcycle license for a couple of weeks now, and my parents decided that I was ready for a real road trip. We rode from Effingham to Springfield, about 100 miles one way. We left at about 9:00 this morning, and by the time we got halfway, my backside was so sore, I couldn't understand how my mom wanted to do the whole trip in one go. And my dad too, he's been having trouble with his leg, he needs to stop every once in a while and take an aleve, but we had gone fifty miles and she was going to go another twenty before we stopped, even for gas. But, regardless, we made it and we surprised my dad's aunt for lunch at the Golden Corral (which, BTW, is WAY over-hyped).

After lunch, we somehow ended up going the wrong way on the interstate trying to get to the Harley dealer in Springfield, so there was another twenty miles on my already sore butt. We get there only to find out it is CLOSED on Sundays. Seriously? Oh well, Harleys are overrated anyway (I probably just pissed off a bunch of Harley fanboys, but I really don't care. They are.).

Next, we decide to make about half the trip and head to Decatur. It was an uneventful trip, until we got to Decatur. At the very first stoplight we hit, my mom stopped for the light, and it was a long light, and when it finally changed, we took off and somehow, she fell behind, but caught up, and the little sister who was riding with mom was laughing. About two miles down the road, we hit another stoplight, and she tells me that she got her foot stuck in the tar. Not only did she get it stuck, but when she got it out, without thinking, put her foot back on the footboard. Now it's covered in tar. We go maybe another seven or eight miles with her just hanging her left foot off the bike so that nothing else got tar on it. We ended up stopping at the zoo where we dipped paper towels into her gas tank in an attempt to get most of the tar off so that she could keep riding.

Well, we left afterwards, and when we hit Mattoon, we hit up the County Market for a ::cough:: potluck meal to bring to the Car Club picnic. We buy way too much stuff and get to Neoga right at 6:00. We ate, we talked, we rode each other's bikes around (Jeremy's apes were crazy! We left right around 8:00 and we just got home oh, half an hour ago.

My butt is so sore I can hardly sit, My brand new bike rolled over 1000 miles this afternoon, and I am tired as hell.

But it was fun!!!