Riding to Nova Scotia on old Hondas seemed like an awesome way to spend a month, until Chris lost his rain pants when it started to drizzle. Then as we pulled out of the first refuel I heard a gunshot pop and lost all power at full throttle. There could be worse possibilities, but there we were, on the side of the highway less than 2-hours into our 4,000+ Mile trip.
Soon after making it to Mansfield I pulled and cleaned the carbs, and checked the fuel lines only to find that a spark wire had died. I'm still learning the smart way to diagnose motorcycle problems but I've got time to figure it out. Tomorrow we head to Buffalo NY and this time Logan and Mr. McClish will ride with us. And Chris got new rain pants.