I survived a highway ride...my clutch cable didn't

I made my first attempt at a highway ride the other night. It was crazy...I felt a lot smaller than I'm used to in my truck. It was still pretty cool...I was proud. The fun part was leading up to the ride I was really quite nervous and not knowing what to expect. I mean, I've driven this stretch of road for years, would it really be all that different? ok...not really. It was interesting as I thought back to the story of the car trying to ride the HD's butt on my way back from work...I was hoping that wouldn't happen to me.

So I rode around town a little and made a big circle around Vandalia and Englewood. Finally I made it up past the Airport and hit I40 to get to 70. 40 was easy, slow cars little traffic. No problem.

When I got on 70, it was 4 lanes of crazies. And the first thing that happens? I semi gets right behind me. Now let's be honest here, he probably wasn't all that close, but I've never been real interested in finding out what the bottom side of those 18 wheels smells like...so I said a little prayer in my head and kept my eyes on the road and hands on the grips. It was not more than 5 miles, but I was happy to have made it. The cards all passed me along the way, but at the end, I was proud.

Was it different? Yeah, but only to me.

So you're thinking? Clutch.

Yes. I got home and inspected the bike...wondering as I always do, what my next project should be. Probably should be the speedo...that's kind of important. Clutch looks a little loose. Better check it. Pull.....SNAP. One pull and it snapped. I was lucky that didn't happen on the road. Needless to say the next day was spent fixing it...but that's another story. What would have happened if it had snapped on the road...who knows. Someone had my back.

That's all for now...I'll tell you more about the cable in a bit.