Packing is like having sex. its great fun, but over all, can be a frustrating experience. You've done it plenty of times before, but for some reason after everything is initiated and gets rolling you go blank for a little while.
I think i spent about ten minutes just looking at everything. Examining the undertail for anchor points. okay, great, there are none. Hmmmm, five more minutes. Okay, guess i could anchor everything to the passenger pegs and... Oh, look, i never saw those things before. maybe i can tie stuff to that.
Nope.
Shit.
Thats pretty much the story, until i figured out my game plan. Then i started getting that shit packed like a well oiled machine. It was like slow motion the way i was ratcheting, bungy-ing, tie-down-ing. Thrusting. no, wait.
Got that sucker tied down pretty good, was talking to CEO for a min while going through a double check and he mentioned Drewpy's epic luggage malfunction on the dragon. I have to admit that image popped into my head on more than one occasion while fixxing this up.
Tomorrow, 4:00 pm, the trip begins.
oh hay, on another good note, just got a text from a girl i work with.
Her boyfriend, a track coach sponsered by sportbike.com, wants me to come check out a day or two at mid ohio the weekend i get back. Bonus.