1 My interesting ride through the Adirondacks to Canada Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:50 pm
bobgass
Silver member
This is hardly an account of an amazing trip, rather a tale of perseverance and the grace of others. A few of you might sympathize . . .
Yesterday I planned a short overnight m/c camping trip with a colleague (who doesn't ride and lugged a bunch of gear to the site. Gear=Beer)
I decided to lengthen the ride for myself and to try out my new NY State 'enhanced' license. This permits me to drive straight into Canada without a passport (thank you TSA.) Lovely weather, minor embarrassments at the border ("What do you mean you've come to Canada for a cup of coffee then you are leaving?".) Hey, I can't help it. I get profiled thanks to my Syrian mom.
Anyway, on the way back down to campsite in central Adirondacks (Forked Lake rustic campground--trust me, it's gorgeous) I was suddenly stricken with fierce abdominal pain. Long story short, rode the last 100 miles with eyes crossed and only stopped twice to vomit.
I don't know I rode those last 60 miles or so. Don't really remember
much except that the roads were among the best I'd ever ridden. No
traffic, long sweepers up and down, lots of tight twisties. Probably helped keep my mind occupied and off of the really impressive degree of discomfort I was feeling.
Do I have to mention that my bike performed like the proverbial well-oiled machine and never gave me a moment of pause that it might let me down?
I programmed the trusty GPS in to have it navigate me to the nearest hospital (yeah, it was bad pain.) which turned out to be a nursing home. I dismounted, and walked in doubled over in pain. A nice fellow coming out of the building asked me if I was alright (I wasn't) and he called an ambulance. He was there with his 96 year-old mom, who was dying. He also offered to store my bike for me at his brother-in-law's garage in town. I was in no position to refuse, so I accepted and took the 30 minute ride to the hospital in Saranac Lake.
A side note--this fellow and his family have substantially restored my faith in total strangers. Turns out he used to race motorcycles in hill-climb events. Good Samaritans for sure.
So, I've got kidney stones. I'll just say that the pain is 'exquisite', and that the pounding of my kidneys on the ride home today was less than pleasant. Never made it to camp, my buddy did pick me up at the hospital and take me to a motel to sleep near the location of my stored bike. My newly-licensed daughter drove to pick up my meds today (thanks to Percocet, I'm sitting up and typing now.)
I'll be planning another similar trip as soon as my kidneys, bladder and scrotum will permit. If you've never ridden in the Adirondack mountains of NYS, then I would wish for all of you the chance one day to do so.
Yesterday I planned a short overnight m/c camping trip with a colleague (who doesn't ride and lugged a bunch of gear to the site. Gear=Beer)
I decided to lengthen the ride for myself and to try out my new NY State 'enhanced' license. This permits me to drive straight into Canada without a passport (thank you TSA.) Lovely weather, minor embarrassments at the border ("What do you mean you've come to Canada for a cup of coffee then you are leaving?".) Hey, I can't help it. I get profiled thanks to my Syrian mom.
Anyway, on the way back down to campsite in central Adirondacks (Forked Lake rustic campground--trust me, it's gorgeous) I was suddenly stricken with fierce abdominal pain. Long story short, rode the last 100 miles with eyes crossed and only stopped twice to vomit.
I don't know I rode those last 60 miles or so. Don't really remember
much except that the roads were among the best I'd ever ridden. No
traffic, long sweepers up and down, lots of tight twisties. Probably helped keep my mind occupied and off of the really impressive degree of discomfort I was feeling.
Do I have to mention that my bike performed like the proverbial well-oiled machine and never gave me a moment of pause that it might let me down?
I programmed the trusty GPS in to have it navigate me to the nearest hospital (yeah, it was bad pain.) which turned out to be a nursing home. I dismounted, and walked in doubled over in pain. A nice fellow coming out of the building asked me if I was alright (I wasn't) and he called an ambulance. He was there with his 96 year-old mom, who was dying. He also offered to store my bike for me at his brother-in-law's garage in town. I was in no position to refuse, so I accepted and took the 30 minute ride to the hospital in Saranac Lake.
A side note--this fellow and his family have substantially restored my faith in total strangers. Turns out he used to race motorcycles in hill-climb events. Good Samaritans for sure.
So, I've got kidney stones. I'll just say that the pain is 'exquisite', and that the pounding of my kidneys on the ride home today was less than pleasant. Never made it to camp, my buddy did pick me up at the hospital and take me to a motel to sleep near the location of my stored bike. My newly-licensed daughter drove to pick up my meds today (thanks to Percocet, I'm sitting up and typing now.)
I'll be planning another similar trip as soon as my kidneys, bladder and scrotum will permit. If you've never ridden in the Adirondack mountains of NYS, then I would wish for all of you the chance one day to do so.
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Bob
1995 K75