Anyone Ever Ride Cross Country on a Red Motorcycle?

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Originally Posted by SamC.

Yes. I have ridden a red motorcycle across the country (or much of it).....it was late summer/early fall, 1984 ( or was it 83?). I worked the wheat harvest that summer ( hitchhiked early June from upstate South Carolina to southwest Oklahoma. Convinced the owner of a Custom Combine Crew in Shattuck, Oklahoma that I really did how to drive a dual axle grain truck. He hired me and for the next three months I lived the nomad's life of a combine crew. We pulled into Mclaughlin ( or was it Mobridge?), South Dakota ahead of the wheat being ready for harvest by about two weeks. There was a local garage that also dabbled in snowmobiles and used motorcyles. I tapped into my wheat earnings ( earned but not yet paid) and bought a 1978 Kawasaki KZ 400 - and it was RED. I spent the next week plus riding all over South Dakota and chasing the local Soiux Indian girls. The harvest wound up in late September and it was time to go before the snow came. I bought a woolen jacket, face scarf and gloves at the local thrift store, gassed up, oiled up and "lit out" for Carolina. "Lil Red" served me well until a "friend" took the bike out for a spin and promptly wrecked the bike and himself. Go figure. No more Red Motorcycles ( though I have had Black and Blue bikes). That's my little adventure.

Great story! Thanks for sharing!

[Jeff Higgins]

Originally Posted by SamC.

Yes. I have ridden a red motorcycle across the country (or much of it).....it was late summer/early fall, 1984 ( or was it 83?). I worked the wheat harvest that summer ( hitchhiked early June from upstate South Carolina to southwest Oklahoma. Convinced the owner of a Custom Combine Crew in Shattuck, Oklahoma that I really did how to drive a dual axle grain truck. He hired me and for the next three months I lived the nomad's life of a combine crew. We pulled into Mclaughlin ( or was it Mobridge?), South Dakota ahead of the wheat being ready for harvest by about two weeks. There was a local garage that also dabbled in snowmobiles and used motorcyles. I tapped into my wheat earnings ( earned but not yet paid) and bought a 1978 Kawasaki KZ 400 - and it was RED. I spent the next week plus riding all over South Dakota and chasing the local Soiux Indian girls. The harvest wound up in late September and it was time to go before the snow came. I bought a woolen jacket, face scarf and gloves at the local thrift store, gassed up, oiled up and "lit out" for Carolina. "Lil Red" served me well until a "friend" took the bike out for a spin and promptly wrecked the bike and himself. Go figure. No more Red Motorcycles ( though I have had Black and Blue bikes). That's my little adventure.

Originally Posted by Shaun @ Tru6

Great story! Thanks for sharing!

Yup, great story. Those of us that have been at this awhile have many similar stories. Not all good, not all bad, and some of them might actually be true... All a part of the game...

[Superman]

We love your narrated photo essays, Shaun. The Paris one made me book a trip there.