So, we reach the end of the driveway, I step on the brake, and the pedal bangs off the stop. No rear brakes at all. We decided to waste 15 minutes of our lives, so we went to Ronnie's in hopes of someone telling us what we were up against.
Before I can even get my request for someone to look at the bike out of my mouth the service manager throws both hands up and says, "Wait a minute. If you think someone is going to touch your bike today...that's not happening. We're booked until next Thursday." I thank him for trying to help me. Jeeeezus.
I drive home, call Tibby's and the service writer says, "I'll hitch up the trailer and come get you. I'll be there in an hour." I love those people. They were booked too. But they understand what's supposed to happen when a stranded rider calls. My master cylinder had failed. They got the parts and fixed it Tuesday afternoon, bled the system and tested it Wednesday first-thing, and Allison dropped us off at the shop in Springfield. I'll be careful not to include the 50 miles in the trailer when computing total trip mileage.
Oh. The repair was covered under my extended warranty...and so was the trailer ride.
So, Wednesday we left Springfield at 11:00 amd parked it for the night in Carlisle, PA after covering about 380 miles. We hit some nasty rain near Scranton, PA, which slowed us up and prevented us from reaching our intended goal, which was Cumberland, Maryland. we're about 1.25 days behind and frankly we have no intention of trying to make it up. Tomorrow we head into West Virginia, hopefully to see where the Coal Mine War was fought in the early '20. The Battle of Blair Mountain and the Massacre at Matewan both interest me very much. I must've been a hillbilly in a previous life.
George
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