My best friend Dave, who lives in West Virginia, called me while I was on the road, somewhere in the mountains. I’m not sure if it was Adirondack or Green Mountains? But any who,…miraculously, I was able to swipe my phone with my glove (might be the recent application of mink oil) and answer the call while riding. I slowed down to about 25 mph so I could safely talk–if that is even possible on a motorcycle, and yes it was handsfree into my earbuds. When I hung up the call, I don’t know what happened, but suddenly, as I was saying goodbye, I felt the earphones jerk and then go loose. Felt like a fish got away after he’d been on the hook. I said some profanities and saw my iPhone in my rearview mirror. I turned around and then again to put the bike between me & the iPhone and on any potential oncoming cars. Luckily, the rescue came off without a hitch, the phone worked, and I went on my merry way.
trafalgar adventures 