Moondog da Leadbelly
07-16-2007, 07:48 AM
Also did an Iron Butt comming back ,but it turned out to be ONLY 960 miles.
Plan 9 from planet TEX
( the conquest of Colorado)
Plan 9. ver. A:
Make a list on equipment needed, pack bike bags( got all packed but the kitchen sink), set alarm for 0:00 hours , load bags on bike, engage radar detector, set Bessie”s drive engines for WARP FACTOR V-2 , hit WORM HOLE I-35 , slam slab to Space station Ft. Worth before traffic build up, hit WORM HOLE 287 and ride on and beyond.
Plan 9 .ver. A begins.
Lone star date: Thursday 0:02 hours.
Alarm is turned off, all sensors semi engages , sound sensors pick up the sound of frying bacon from the passing cars on the street. Equation = RAIN.
Revert to alternate plan.
Plan 9.ver. B goes into effect.
Slide back into bed ,snuggle up to Jenny, as Wilson, (the lab) curls up behind me, and Trouble (the cat) makes a fur hat on my head, I drift off into sleep.
Tex date 06.30 ( no rain) As I chase 76 virgins across a field of Hemp, and Blue Bonnets, Jenny awakens me.
Plan 9.ver. C goes into operation.
Ver. C .
Take alternate route WORM HOLE 36 to space station Gatesville, engage transverse 281 at outpost HICO., and on to the N.M. zone.
Bessie is loaded, remove rain fungus from tires, R.F. detector, with coherent light sensors, is powered up, drive gear engaged, and blast off , S.P.L. 101 db.
Lift off time is 07:30.
Bessie warp drive engine settles into a soft purr. S.P.L.,101 db. @ 1khz.
Lone star time:( 07:41) 8 miles out of Space station Belton, light sensors detect a wall of H2O moving east.
I pull Bessie over, remove my “new’ riding gloves, disengage radar detector, and store in emergency pack 1-A.
As I don the rain suit, I take note ,the wall of H2O isn’t moving at a high rate.
Lone star time 07:52, enter H2O wall at Warp factor 75, sound and light sensors distort, all in coming information is scrambled.
Now it is said that when one enters a wall of H2O, time is distorted, demons grab at your tires, sensors are impaired, and the sense of direction is lost.
“ Go ask Alice!” Now a song is stuck in my head.
Pressure sensors detect pain in my hands from the impact of rain...............” Where’s my new riding gloves?”
“Adrift in the SEA of TEJAS,I bet, no fear there are “back up gloves, in emergency pack 1-A, pocket 2.”I said to myself.
Bessie is pulled over again on WORM HOLE 36, and backup gloves are put on.
As the Wall of H2O, plays it’d tricks, one thang comes clear, “nothing is clear!”
( “ You ain’t from around here, are ya?”)
Lone star time: 09:00 or maybe 09:23:
The transverse 281 did not take place, and Bessie went into a black hole toward Space station Rising Star.
I pull Bessie over, stand in the rain as I read the Texas Star Map.
A pickup truck pulls up, a farmer rolls down his window, an old hound sets in the seat next to him, HIGH and DRY.
The farmer sez
“ Damn son.... ya standin’ out in this rain, lookin’ at a map, bet ya lost?”
I told him I was looking for 281, and he sez,
“ Go back down this here hill, hang a left. Now sonny tell me....you ain’t from around here ....are ya?”
With that the farmer, rub the ears of his hound ,rolled up the window ,and drove away.
As I watched the truck disappear into the rain ,I noticed his wet wife ,and three soaked kids, riding in the truck bed.
“ Well at least the hound is dry.” I thought.
( “ Where’s my damn back up gloves?” )
Now sailing ,( SAILING? WELL IT WAS LIKE SAILING , IT SEEMED I WAS IN A BOAT, LOL) in the Sea of Tejas is risky BID-ness, and un-predicting , in a tribal way.
I dock at space station Jacksboro, and refill my power tanks, and check the air pressure in Bessie’s pontoons, set Warp factor V2 for 80 ,hit the slab, and now it stops raining.
Sol shines like the hot metal on the edge of a cross cut saw.
Again I pull Bessie over, remove my gloves, and rain gear, store rain gear in bike pack # two.
I then check the bungee cords, and pull away.
Another wall of H2O looms in the distance, covering the sky like black cotton candy.
With some luck I may miss this one ............luck wasn’t riding with me this day, I slammed into the wall at Warp Factor 80, face shield fogged up, vents are open to minimize condensation , pain in my hands AGAIN!
“ Where’s my damn back up gloves?” Adrift in the Sea of Tejas .Other pair lost to the WALL.
( “ You ain’t from around here, are ya?”...part TWO)
Just on the other side of Outpost Vernon ,it stopped raining, I pull Bessie over AGAIN, remove my rain gear, store it, and bring out the Mp-3 player, insert ear phones, and put the player into my gun bag.
Now it’s show time ,wide open spaces ,loud tunes, and sunny places, no place like Texas.
Bessie is purrin’ , SRV is jammin’ down, and Space station Childress is only 67 parsects away.
The sun is out, BUT in front of are two evil black towers , but the slab seems to go between them, and with a little luck ,I can slide through.
Mr. LUCK wasn’t riding with this day..... no sir.
All though it looked like no rain between the towers, there was, and as soon as I hit Childress, the rain hit me.
A Wal-Mart was just down the road, I got there a few minutes later, soaked, as well as my mP-3 player, and Glock.
I went inside brought some new gloves,(are ya keeping count?), and waited the rain out.
A Wal-mart greeter walks up to and sez.
“You ain’t from around here, are ya.”
Rod Sterling is around here..... I bet.
Later as I walk up to my bike, another man walks up to me and sez.
“ You ain’t from around here, are you?”
“ ya know if ya park a MoTORSLYCLE, in these here white strips, ya get a ticket.”
“ Just thought ya might want ta know.”
( to be continued........MAYBE )
Plan 9 from planet TEX
( the conquest of Colorado)
Plan 9. ver. A:
Make a list on equipment needed, pack bike bags( got all packed but the kitchen sink), set alarm for 0:00 hours , load bags on bike, engage radar detector, set Bessie”s drive engines for WARP FACTOR V-2 , hit WORM HOLE I-35 , slam slab to Space station Ft. Worth before traffic build up, hit WORM HOLE 287 and ride on and beyond.
Plan 9 .ver. A begins.
Lone star date: Thursday 0:02 hours.
Alarm is turned off, all sensors semi engages , sound sensors pick up the sound of frying bacon from the passing cars on the street. Equation = RAIN.
Revert to alternate plan.
Plan 9.ver. B goes into effect.
Slide back into bed ,snuggle up to Jenny, as Wilson, (the lab) curls up behind me, and Trouble (the cat) makes a fur hat on my head, I drift off into sleep.
Tex date 06.30 ( no rain) As I chase 76 virgins across a field of Hemp, and Blue Bonnets, Jenny awakens me.
Plan 9.ver. C goes into operation.
Ver. C .
Take alternate route WORM HOLE 36 to space station Gatesville, engage transverse 281 at outpost HICO., and on to the N.M. zone.
Bessie is loaded, remove rain fungus from tires, R.F. detector, with coherent light sensors, is powered up, drive gear engaged, and blast off , S.P.L. 101 db.
Lift off time is 07:30.
Bessie warp drive engine settles into a soft purr. S.P.L.,101 db. @ 1khz.
Lone star time:( 07:41) 8 miles out of Space station Belton, light sensors detect a wall of H2O moving east.
I pull Bessie over, remove my “new’ riding gloves, disengage radar detector, and store in emergency pack 1-A.
As I don the rain suit, I take note ,the wall of H2O isn’t moving at a high rate.
Lone star time 07:52, enter H2O wall at Warp factor 75, sound and light sensors distort, all in coming information is scrambled.
Now it is said that when one enters a wall of H2O, time is distorted, demons grab at your tires, sensors are impaired, and the sense of direction is lost.
“ Go ask Alice!” Now a song is stuck in my head.
Pressure sensors detect pain in my hands from the impact of rain...............” Where’s my new riding gloves?”
“Adrift in the SEA of TEJAS,I bet, no fear there are “back up gloves, in emergency pack 1-A, pocket 2.”I said to myself.
Bessie is pulled over again on WORM HOLE 36, and backup gloves are put on.
As the Wall of H2O, plays it’d tricks, one thang comes clear, “nothing is clear!”
( “ You ain’t from around here, are ya?”)
Lone star time: 09:00 or maybe 09:23:
The transverse 281 did not take place, and Bessie went into a black hole toward Space station Rising Star.
I pull Bessie over, stand in the rain as I read the Texas Star Map.
A pickup truck pulls up, a farmer rolls down his window, an old hound sets in the seat next to him, HIGH and DRY.
The farmer sez
“ Damn son.... ya standin’ out in this rain, lookin’ at a map, bet ya lost?”
I told him I was looking for 281, and he sez,
“ Go back down this here hill, hang a left. Now sonny tell me....you ain’t from around here ....are ya?”
With that the farmer, rub the ears of his hound ,rolled up the window ,and drove away.
As I watched the truck disappear into the rain ,I noticed his wet wife ,and three soaked kids, riding in the truck bed.
“ Well at least the hound is dry.” I thought.
( “ Where’s my damn back up gloves?” )
Now sailing ,( SAILING? WELL IT WAS LIKE SAILING , IT SEEMED I WAS IN A BOAT, LOL) in the Sea of Tejas is risky BID-ness, and un-predicting , in a tribal way.
I dock at space station Jacksboro, and refill my power tanks, and check the air pressure in Bessie’s pontoons, set Warp factor V2 for 80 ,hit the slab, and now it stops raining.
Sol shines like the hot metal on the edge of a cross cut saw.
Again I pull Bessie over, remove my gloves, and rain gear, store rain gear in bike pack # two.
I then check the bungee cords, and pull away.
Another wall of H2O looms in the distance, covering the sky like black cotton candy.
With some luck I may miss this one ............luck wasn’t riding with me this day, I slammed into the wall at Warp Factor 80, face shield fogged up, vents are open to minimize condensation , pain in my hands AGAIN!
“ Where’s my damn back up gloves?” Adrift in the Sea of Tejas .Other pair lost to the WALL.
( “ You ain’t from around here, are ya?”...part TWO)
Just on the other side of Outpost Vernon ,it stopped raining, I pull Bessie over AGAIN, remove my rain gear, store it, and bring out the Mp-3 player, insert ear phones, and put the player into my gun bag.
Now it’s show time ,wide open spaces ,loud tunes, and sunny places, no place like Texas.
Bessie is purrin’ , SRV is jammin’ down, and Space station Childress is only 67 parsects away.
The sun is out, BUT in front of are two evil black towers , but the slab seems to go between them, and with a little luck ,I can slide through.
Mr. LUCK wasn’t riding with this day..... no sir.
All though it looked like no rain between the towers, there was, and as soon as I hit Childress, the rain hit me.
A Wal-Mart was just down the road, I got there a few minutes later, soaked, as well as my mP-3 player, and Glock.
I went inside brought some new gloves,(are ya keeping count?), and waited the rain out.
A Wal-mart greeter walks up to and sez.
“You ain’t from around here, are ya.”
Rod Sterling is around here..... I bet.
Later as I walk up to my bike, another man walks up to me and sez.
“ You ain’t from around here, are you?”
“ ya know if ya park a MoTORSLYCLE, in these here white strips, ya get a ticket.”
“ Just thought ya might want ta know.”
( to be continued........MAYBE )