My job keeps me busy with lots of travel (by car) with precious little time to ride. However I do set aside some time for riding, and I planned an extended Labor Day Weekend to get away. Labor Day weekend also means the wonderful Finger Lakes Rally in scenic Watkins Glen NY. I have been going to this rally ever since I bought my first BMW in the late 90's. It is hosted by the BMW Finger Lakes Club and is quite possibly the best regional rally in the US! This year, I decided to extend my trip as I really needed to get away by myself on my much under utilized Beemer Roadster. All I needed was a destination. I found it while reading an article in Rider Magazine, The Motorcyclepedia Museum in Newburgh NY, about 200 miles south east of the rally. I love a good motorcycle museum so this became my destination for the extended part of my trip. The plan was to tour back roads through PA on the way to the museum and then head to the rally to meet up with RickgWife and RickgWifeSister who were driving up with the BIG TENT! I would also be meeting up with a couple of riding buddies from the Pittsburgh area who were riding up on a couple of classic Airheads to put into the bike show. All packed and ready to go! My home in Euclid OH is only about 2 miles from US 6 which is my direct route east out of OH and into PA. In Andover OH Route 6 turns north, but I stayed east and crossed over Pymatuming Reservoir, a 2 mile land bridge which crosses the OH / PA border. I love riding across this bridge as you are close to the water and you have beautiful views in all directions. The weather was beautiful, and I was digging my new RC3 Light suit. I am very familiar with Western PA and I was exploring some beautiful back roads in my riding zone, even enjoying some dirt roads through the wilderness. A bit later back on paved roads, I came up over a rise and saw what looked like either a rock or a leaf in the middle of the road. It was right in line with my tires and I made a judgment call that either way, it wasn't an issue and did not adjust my path. I should have, as just before hitting it, I looked down and saw it was a turtle. Too late now, sorry little fella! I hit it square, no drama for me at least and continued on my way feeling a little sad. Almost immediately I started to feel a wiggle in the rear of my bike. A tell tell sign that something was wrong. I was losing air and fast! I coasted to a stop and this is what I found. I guess this is God's way of punishing me for running over one of his little creatures. However, I came prepared and had a tire repair kit and pump. I figured 30 minutes and I would be back on the road. Wrong! The mushroom plugs I had with me, were not adequate and pulled right though the puncture. And their was a 2nd smaller hole right next to the big one. No road side repair for me, I need a new tire! Fortunately, I had cell service and called my roadside assistance through my insurance company. They found someone to come and get me, but he wanted $175 more than what the policy would pay for. YIKES! Some roadside assistance! But I needed a tow, so I had them send him, while I called the shop roadside assistance suggested, it was 30 miles in the wrong direction, but they had a tire that would work, a Pilot Power 3, not my choice, but it would work. However the shop was not to enthused about me arriving late in the afternoon and would not guarantee that they could get it on for me till the next day. So, I looked for another shop while I waited in the shade on the side of the road. I am really glad I now have a smart phone with internet service. I Googled motorcycle shops near me and found an independent repair shop right on the route I would be taking, only 22 miles away. I called and spoke to a nice lady who was the owners wife, I explained my situation and she said her husband Dale would surely help as he was an avid motorcyclist. She put him on the phone and after telling him my plight, told me that he has a Metzler Z6 and he would come and get me for $100! Great! I cancelled the roadside assistance and relaxed in the shade with my Bluetooth speaker, a bottle of water and a couple of granola bars while I waited for my new friend to come and rescue me. Back at the shop, Dale's son and another worker were immediately on it, while Dale's wife Lisa fed me some pizza and a Coke! This is Dale Bundy (no relation to Al Bundy, I asked LOL), owner of www.BrookvilleMotorsports.com. If you are in the Brookville, Cooks Forest or Marienville area and need some help, give him a call! He was very fair with me, not even charging me for labor on the tire. Total damage including the tow, tire and pizza was about $300. A couple hundred less than what my roadside assistance would have been. There are still some good folks out there!!! Less than 45 minutes after arriving at Dale's shop I was back on the road only delayed about 3 hours. I was hoping to get to the Lock Haven or Williamsport area and I still had time to get there on some fun roads. My route took me on 948 through Clear Creek State Forest to Ridgeway and then onto Weedville for 555 through Elk State Forest. Then it was Route 120 through Renovo where I came up couple of HD riders who were intent on keeping me safe by riding 5 MPH under the posted speed limit. Of course, at first opportunity I passed them both with one clean pass, put a safe distance between us and settled back into my +5-10 over pace. Then I heard the BLATTTT!!!! I look in my mirror, and this ape hanger, feet straight out rider with no gear to speak of, wants to hang with me. Now I don't usually allow myself to get sucked into games, but on this beautiful day, on this nicely paved road with long gentle sweepers, I could not resist and quickly wicked it up from 60-65 to 85+, my Beemer Roadster coming into the sweet spot of its power band, hugging the road as I leaned into the first sweeper using gentle acceleration through the apex and powering out at 100+ in 4th gear. I never did see them again as I maintained that pace for about 10 miles before settling down to my normal 60-65 on this 55 limit road. Yes I had a smug shit eating grin the whole time! I checked into my Holiday Inn in downtown Williamsport using my points, one of the perks of the frequent travel of my job. Walked to a nice dinner, got a good nights sleep and woke up refreshed and ready to ride. As I am originally am from Pittsburgh, and have traveled western and central PA for business and pleasure, I am not as familiar with the eastern part of the state so these were mostly new roads for me. As I crossed into NY, I particularly liked Route 97 which follows the NY / PA border. I arrived at my Holiday Inn in Montgomery NY with no drama and the memory of the road side pick up dwindling fast. Tomorrow Motorcycle Mecca with Motorcyclpedia!