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<\/a><\/p>\nYou may also remember we’ve been looking for a trailer for our\u00a0motorcycle. Donna and I thought the trailer we rented for the\u00a0weekend was\u00a0perfect and we were all set to buy one just like it, but last night a question disturbed my sleep:\u00a0will\u00a0our Honda Goldwing, considerably longer and lower than Polly’s Ducati, clear\u00a0the apex of the angle between the ramp and the\u00a0trailer bed? \u00a0This morning, seeing as how the rental’s still hooked up behind our truck, I decided to find out. The answer is no.\u00a0No it won’t.<\/p>\n
The Goldwing scraped a bit\u00a0when I rode it up the ramp. I figured it was grounding on the frame or the folded center stand and didn’t worry about it much. Once on the trailer, the Wing fit perfectly. But when I tried to push back out of the trailer and down the ramp, it grounded hard. I had to plant my legs firmly,\u00a0pull up on the bars, and rock the motorcycle back and forth to get it over the hump. I managed to do it, then took a look underneath to make sure I hadn’t damaged anything.<\/p>\n
Sadly, I had. The Wing didn’t ground on the frame\u00a0or the center stand. It grounded\u00a0on the plastic coolant reservoir behind\u00a0the engine, which is\u00a0now dripping. I’ll have to replace it with a new one, along with all the coolant, before my mid-November ride to Death Valley. And I’ll have to find another kind of trailer, so the search starts again from the beginning. Oh well, at least I didn’t do more damage than I did, and thank goodness I checked before plopping down money on a trailer that wouldn’t have been compatible with my motorcycle.<\/p>\n
The drive to and from Ajo is a boring one. It’s a copper mining town, but the open pit mines are\u00a0shut down and the main employer today is\u00a0the Border Patrol, which has a large station nearby. Polly’s ex is a BP agent, which is why they were living there. Ajo’s a long way from anywhere:\u00a0Tucson\u00a0is\u00a0two hours\u00a0east; Phoenix two hours\u00a0north; Yuma two hours\u00a0west. Puerto Pe\u00f1asco, a resort town by the Sea of Cortez in Sonora, Mexico, is only an hour south, so there’s that at least.<\/p>\n
Friday night, before our weekend misadventures, Donna and I went out to dinner with Ann and Ross, here from Australia for a few days. We met at\u00a0a new-to-us\u00a0restaurant, the Wild Garlic Grill. Great food, but like all restaurants these days very loud. Ann’s American and we had a hard time understanding everything\u00a0she was saying, let alone Ross, who’s Australian. I’m sure it was difficult for Ann and Ross to make out what we were saying as well. We managed, though, and had a great time catching up with one another in spite of the racket. In fact, we wound up closing the place down\u00a0… when the waiter took this photo of us at the bar, we were the only patrons there!<\/p>\n
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