Post by cycomoto on Jun 14, 2008 11:09:33 GMT -5
I was just reading jeffz's journey through torrential rain and floods to pick up a newly purchased street tracker SR500. Congratulations on the completing the trip. It got me to thinking about the most ridiculous drive I've done to pick up a motorcycle.
I drove 2000 miles in 48 hours across seven states and two border crossings. I drove from Atlanta to Toronto, leaving Friday at 3:00PM. We drove most of the night and then stopped in Pennsylvania at a hotel for some shut eye. Up at 6:00 AM to arrive in Toronto at 2:00 PM the next day. Loaded the bike and departed Toronto at 4:00 PM. There was a quick stop in Niagara Falls to get some pictures of the iced waterfalls. Got back to the the Canadian border and through US Customs by about 9:00 PM. Then back on the road with a long drive ahead. We stopped at a hotel in Virgina on the way home. And again, on the road at 6:00 AM to arrive in Atlanta at 3:00 PM on Sunday.
I had the help of my brother and couldn't have done it without him. All of this was done for a 1978 Yamaha SR500 with a 1974 Jawa Velorex 560 sidecar. The trip was totally worth it! I couldn't have been happier with the bike.
Oh yeah, my wife was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time so I had my fingers crossed that she wouldn't have our son while I was gone. Luckily, our baby boy was born two weeks later. Whew! I would have never been able to live that one down. It was a foolish, epic adventure that we will talk about the rest of lives.
I drove 2000 miles in 48 hours across seven states and two border crossings. I drove from Atlanta to Toronto, leaving Friday at 3:00PM. We drove most of the night and then stopped in Pennsylvania at a hotel for some shut eye. Up at 6:00 AM to arrive in Toronto at 2:00 PM the next day. Loaded the bike and departed Toronto at 4:00 PM. There was a quick stop in Niagara Falls to get some pictures of the iced waterfalls. Got back to the the Canadian border and through US Customs by about 9:00 PM. Then back on the road with a long drive ahead. We stopped at a hotel in Virgina on the way home. And again, on the road at 6:00 AM to arrive in Atlanta at 3:00 PM on Sunday.
I had the help of my brother and couldn't have done it without him. All of this was done for a 1978 Yamaha SR500 with a 1974 Jawa Velorex 560 sidecar. The trip was totally worth it! I couldn't have been happier with the bike.
Oh yeah, my wife was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time so I had my fingers crossed that she wouldn't have our son while I was gone. Luckily, our baby boy was born two weeks later. Whew! I would have never been able to live that one down. It was a foolish, epic adventure that we will talk about the rest of lives.
