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Stray Cat Tour - 1983

A-48, Arches National Park, the perfect campsite.

The Fine Art of Motorcycle Touring



   The Grand Tour - Southwest - 1983


A Motorcycle Story

by C. C. Crow


Our plan developed over the winter to take a REAL motorcycle tour. The shortcomings of our too brief mini-tour in September would be overcome by taking as much time as possible- I had three weeks vacation saved plus we were even being encouraged to take as much un-paid leave as we wanted. I wanted to take the whole summer- but I would settle on something like eight weeks. Rooti's situation was similar, he'd have a job when we got back, if he got back. My job situation changed ratically in February, when I was laid-off. Well, I didn't want that much time off! I bumped into another position, working the swing shift in the computer room. It was sort of interesting, well, for a little while. The computer was a big database for the entire phone company. We'd take phone calls and tell the end users either to push the reset buttons on their modum or simply wait until the whole system came back up- On very rare occasions we'd actually be able to do something, like reset them on our end or report a hardware problem to a repairman. Then at night we'd run back-ups. In about two months I had learned all they were going to teach me, so you're right, it wasn't very interesting. And I kept thinking about taking the big bike trip with Rooti.

He was going. One of his friends, Steve, a technision where he worked, was going too. Finally, in May, it was time to ask. What did I have to loose? I still had my three weeks vacation- So one Friday I asked to speak to my boss.

I explained our plan. It had been in the works since before the lay-off. He seemed genuinely interested. Wouldn't it be great to drop everything and take off on a motorcycle trip for the summer. I knew I couldn't ask for eight weeks, but maybe six. I could live with six.

In disbelief I left his office with a smile on my face. He reasoned because he was cross-training some personel there were going to be extra people in the computer room anyway, so why not. Rooti, you aren't going to believe this, I got the time off. Six weeks anyway! Six weeks!! This was going to be so much fun!




    A MONTH, A WEEK
    and A FEW DAYS

    Motorcycle Stories


    ODD TALES
    and STRANGE STORIES

    Truth blended with Fiction


    T O U R   L O G S    



    P H O T O   G A L L E R Y    



    I N   T H E   G A R A G E    

    Miscellany







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  C. C. CROW     P. O. BOX 1427      MUKILTEO, WA   98275   USA