My Faulty Memory Part 3:
Saturday Ride - I employed my phycic abilities to determine when we were leaving by asking Windy. He said 10am. My goal was to be ready by 9:30 because when this group leaves it goes now. When now "is" is an imaginary number and as such is beyond the grasp or normal humans requiring either good post graduate education OR psychic abilities.
I got distracted and missed my goal time. And My Psychic abilities let me down again. Somehow I still made the ride as the sweep.
Somebody else will have to fill us in on the route but at the time we executed the wrong turn and the Nortons started Breaking Down, we were three or four valleys south and west of Shady having finished the Goat path.
The first Norton was Rich Stone's RH exhaust nut had gone on walkabout down the exhaust pipe. It obviously did not have the proper piece of Oak tapped into the space between the nut and the cylinder head (thank you Bob - white oak if i remember correctly.) Anyway Rich said he would wait for the truck because they would have a "hammer". I think that is what he said. I wasn't sure if it ment he was going to beat the ever living [***] out of his Norton or Not so I didn't make him an offer on the spot for his poor defenseless bike and went on my way up the hill not wanting to be witness to violence performed on a motorcycle. One right turn and Three corners later I find Mike and Marlin staring at the front brake of Mike's Norton. I was informed that a clevis pin had winked out of the Known Universe with its nut, and despite the Norton having Two brakes it was now brakeless. Mike did not look like he wanted to beat the everliving [***] out of HIs Norton so I offered to run ahead to find Windy and tell them what was going on. Which i did. I engaged my inner hooligan and let the mighty BSA have its head.
I found the group stopped at the next "T" on this road at the bottom of a really nice twisty valley. There I was advised that the group had followed Windy on the Wrong Turn. ruhhhrooowww. This wrong turn had been executed some miles back. This would complicate matters because it meant that the rescue truck was in no way going to find now idle Nortons on the side of the road. So a snap decision was made. Windy would lead what was left of the group back to Shady and I would go back to get the Nortons on the road and bring them back to camp some how.
This allowed me once again to engage my inner hooligan back up the previously mentioned twisty valley road where upon I discovered two Nortons standing side by side! Of course Nortons can find Nortons in the wilderness without benefit of modern GPs
OR CELLPHONE technology. How silly of me to not see this as a possibility.