I SINCERELY considered turning back, on my quest, yesterday!
As those fierce, unseen vectors assaulted my bike, my first reaction was, STOP IT!!!!!!! QUIT!!!!
As time went by, I realized . . . this merciless buffeting is NOT going to stop, no matter how much I complain.
As I traveled on, ever westward, I asked myself, "Do you REALLY want to be here? Doing THIS?"
The contrasting concept of a recliner, in a draft-free room, set before an active multi-channel cable TV connection tempted me . . . more than once!
So, I shall not pose as a macho, macho man, insensitive to hardships, discomfort and danger . . . that ain't ME!
I continued, because . . . well, I'd started, an once you're INTO an enterprise like this, you tell yourself, "Aw, just a few more miles to The Plains, and . . . only a little farther to Marshall . . . and then Delaplane's not far . . . Such rationalization can be deadly; but--quite seductive.
Further, I wanted to TEST ("non-destructively," preferably) the limits of the KLR in the wind. I've ambitions for some serious road-rides; wanted to see how the machine would behave, and maybe enhance my own proficiency somewhat in this environment.
Bottom line? Well, I ain't completely PROUD of what I did; a fool-hardy component may reside within my actions. Yet, I embrace whatever profit I may from the venture--I now know a KLR650 CAN be handled safely, to some extent, in high winds; it is NOT the death-trap some would insist.
That said, "Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, so BEWARE." Forces of nature exist, more powerful than anyone's planning, strength, or skill can overcome; "Be careful out there!"