I haven't ever taken a legit vacation from life or work as a grown ass man. But I'm closing in on 30 so I figured I was due. I did some camping with the family for a few days then hopped on the Harley to make my way to the Black Hills of South Dakota.
Lets just say things didn't go as planned. My six hour ride to the hills was delayed twice by motorcycle failure. The first time we spent 2 1/2 hours at a shop in Mitchell, SD. After then riding through a few hours of heavy rain my bike completely dying on me while I was going 80 mph down the interstate. That resulted in a two hour wait for the towing service and a $250 bill to haul my ass to Rapid City. That was proceeded by another $130 in motorcycle rental so I could actually do some riding while I was there. Both times the mechanic found faulty wiring so the service bills were only another $80 a piece. But the down time waiting for repairs really cut into my riding time which sucked.
Meanwhile, after I headed west the in-laws came to camp with my wife and kids. Shortly upon their arrival my mother-in-law wound up flying off of a huge trampoline thing and landing on the ground pretty hard. They took her to the ER; only brused ribs but as a result they decided to head home early. Naturally this upset the kids who were no longer interested in camping either. So my wife took them home a day early as well.
So after all the dicking around with my bike I decided that I wasn't going to deal with the headache of trying to ride it eight hours home and have to hope for the best. The wife wasn't exactly please when I came rolling up to the house on this:
But hey, I had to do something to make this vacation seem worth while.