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Its a reality not a fantasy. 

My Biker tales, well let us say, they are my experiences with..........

REALITY VS FANTASY!!!!!

At the beginning of 2004 we (R.U.M. RYDERS) decided to ride to the Round up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I was pumped because we were going to ride there, and going someplace I had never been. 

Around the 11th hour of our 22 hour trek, the REALITY hit me.  Why did I ever say that I would ride all this way in one day?  I was running out of conversation to have with myself. I was tired of hearing myself sing.  I was even tired of trying to think. I was definitely tired of seeing all those fields, animals and trees.  Shoot! I was just tired........The fantasy was the ride and all of the stories of different encounters.  Another reality is to always be prepared mentally and physically for your trip, ride your own pace.  Never get to relaxed or comfortable,  this leaves room for costly errors, have your bike in top running condition and last but not least give God the glory, call on him when you need him. 

     I learned this safety tip the hard way.  In June of 2005 on our way back from  Detroit, MI - 2nd in toe and cruising at 80 mph with a veteran rider at the helm......I  found out that what appeared to be a fantasy road was a reality check.  What appeared to be a smooth white paved highway was the fantasy. You see, I hit a pot hole at 80mphs.   My entire body (understand I'm a big girl) lifted off my 2005 Honda VTX 1300.  Tail all up in the air, I thought "Oh, *%!$", "I left my bike"! "This is not the way to go".  I immediately prayed and began focusing on what I had to do to keep my baby up on two.  As I floated in the air I kept the throttle twisted...because I knew at this point that I was (holding on for dear life) and this was the only thing that was keeping me and my bike as a unit.  As my body gradually came down, I laid on the gas tank with my feet on my back seat. Once I felt I had control, I then moved back into a normal riding position and continue to ride.  Whew!, I stayed focused and didn't allow myself to panic.  At our next gas stop, I parked my Silver Beauty, and  went directly to my President, "Bubbles", for my much needed embrace.  I then broke the Hell down.  I shook for a few minutes and thought I was ok, to turn around and cry again.  

 Just like that I may have given my life away to the pavement, not to mention the damage I could have caused the other 7 bikers behind me.  I Thank GOD for sparing me and for protecting the seasoned riders that trailed me. 

"This is a Reality not a Fantasy".
                                                                            
         Much Luv
                                                                            
         SPICE1