Will Outlaw's (Post) Ride Report

Dear Adam and Eddie,
 
I'm with Bubba Kolb.
 
I hate you. You and that other smiling bastard, I hate you both.
 
I will leave it up to you to decide who is who.
 
I woke up this morning and was totally bummed that the next MN1K is an
entire year away.
 
Disappointed by both my failure to find that darn historical marker a "few"
miles from Dunnell, MN and by my miserable performance in this year's rally,
I jumped on the GS at 2:30 this afternoon intent on riding back down to
Dunnell and actually finding the thing.
 
Never mind that my backside felt like I'd been violated by an entire
cellblock at the always lovely Stillwater prison.
 
Never mind that the GS battery was once again dead and it took a jump start
to get it fired up.
 
I found the marker, which for the record is 5.8 miles on the GS' odometer
from the Iowa border. I suppose that's close enough to qualify as "a few
miles" in my book.
 
In true Team Strange fashion, I rode the GS onto the grass and parked right
next to the marker.
 
My intent was to take an obscene photograph and send it along anonymously,
but I was suddenly overcome by the beauty of the Iowa countryside, the
tranquil setting, the awe-inspiring event that took place just 400-odd feet
due West of where I was standing and by my general good nature.
 
Instead I took a simple, albeit meaningless, photo of the GS, the marker and
my rally flag.
 
As I was caught up in the beauty of the moment and walking back to pick up
the camera I had set up for the aforementioned obscene photograph (that I
had decided not to take, mind you) I heard a muffled "thump" combined with a
very expensive-sounding cracking noise.
 
Sure enough the GS had tipped over, which, it being a GS, is typically no
big deal.
 
But for the first time in three days I was right about something. That
cracking sound was very expensive indeed.
 
After riding 2,336 miles in 52-hours without incident my little trip down to
Dunnell resulted in a broken turn signal and a demolished Aeroflow fairing.
Both upper and lower portions, mind you. And a bent bracket to top
everything off.
 
After popping several vertebrae while getting the beast upright again and
letting go a string of invective that would make Nels Gebben blush I decided
that a second photograph was indeed warranted.
 
They should be arriving by mail shortly. In case there is any doubt, the
"beauty of the moment" photograph is the one with my rally flag. The
"post-tip over, demolished fairing" photo is the one without a rally flag.
 
The ride home was, thankfully, uneventful.
 
I-90 being so interesting, scenic and varied in that neck of the woods I was
able to set a new personal best by riding from Sherburne to I-35 with the
throttle locked and both hands off of the bars, which helped take my mind
off of how badly my butt hurt.
 
Will
 
PS: Don't worry,  I love you guys again.
 
PPS: Please kick me out of the Butt Lite II now and save me the agony.
 
PPPS: I don't care how many points you make it worth, I am never, ever going
to Dunnell again. Well, probably never.
 
PPPPS: By GPS, the marker is 5.6 miles from the border down Highway 4. The
GPS coordinates are as follows: N 43 26.312, W 094 49.022.

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