I had broken a mirror and some turn signals, and lost my french press coffee maker-thermos thingie... damn. I layed the bike down 3 times that first day, and was worried about damage to the ProMotoBillet rack, but for naught. The rack and the Husky subframe held up perfectly to the manhandling while carrying my Sealine dry bag with 16 pounds of gear.
Once I made it through the water with boots full of water and already strained muscles in my hands, back and shoulders, I realized that I had gone way off course. With time just ticking away, and the rain continuing to pour, I realized I had to backtrack BACK THROUGH THE FLOODWATERS.
Believe it or not, I was able to laugh at myself. I said to myself out loud; "you are such a dork," and pushed the bike back into the water. hahaha
At this point I considered that I might not catch the others before dark.
"It's not a death machine, Mom, it's a LIFE machine" - a motorcyclist