October 25, 2007 The day after

October 25, 2007

The day after my "mishap"

After showering and having "continental breakfast" at the hotel, I came back to my room and starting making calls to get a rental car. The airport was out. I called two places that would shuttle me to them if I were within 5 or 10 miles. I was about 20 miles away. I took a cab and paid the $34 to get me there. I had called AAA and they would reimburse me up to $200 for hotel, meals, car rental, etc. as a result of the crash.

Once I got my car (Ford Explorer to put trailer stuff in) I headed west on I-40 back toward the accident scene. I pulled off just for a moment, then decided to go look at the bike first. When I pulled in, I saw my helmet, jacket and rainsuit jacket in the shop of the towing company. The guy took me up the hill, and the pics will show you what I saw. I got my camera out and starting taking pictures. I opened up the trailer and everything was still intact. The officer told me the only thing he found on the ground was my ink pen. It had slid out of my tank bag. The trailer, with 2 gas cans, did not flip and burst apart, nor did the saddle bags split open, spilling all their contents. It probably took me half an hour to load it all into the Explorer and double check to see if I'd collected it all. It was sure an eerie feeling. My arm was really aching by now, and my back, just above my right side at the waist was sore today.

I dropped off my prescription at the pharmacy, went and had lunch, and went by the police station to get a report. When I went back to pick up the prescription, both of the pharmacy techs (ladies) were riders! They were amazed at what had happened and all the details. I then dropped off a list of the bike and accessories to the tow shop so the adjuster would have some idea of what I had there. All of my dealings with all the folks that had a part in any of this were just fantastic. I did not have one bad experience here, other than the accident itself. I then headed out to Nashville.

I was glad to be on my way to Symsonia. When I finally got cell service, I called several folks. It really made the time pass better. When I finally got into Symsonia Thursday evening about 7pm, I was just dragging. I had been in the same clothes for 2 days. I was just glad to be somewhere familiar. It was good to be here. I was GRATEFUL to be here at all.