I wrote this about my 2000LT. Had it about 2 months at that point. My first BMW after 27 years of Harley. Was actually wearing a helmet!!!
Hells Not Fire, It's Water
Rode up to Dallas Thursday, September 8th, the back way up 281 instead of IH35 to avoid congestion. Nice cool day, great riding weather, a little drizzle with a chance, ok a real probability of nasty storms. Man, was that an understatement. It turned loose in buckets that made that little adventure last summer with a broken clutch handle, fresh oil and rock road and driving storm seem like a walk in the park. It rained so hard that the water was coming in my Schubert! Through the face shield joints and closing joints. I had invested in a Belstaff rainsuit for about 100 bones, it worked great and I'm real happy with it as it kept me dry, except the water was collecting in the chin of the helmet and then running down my neck and chest. Seeings how it was around 50 degrees it got a little airish. I was on a county road (FM 220) about that time and there was absolutely no place to stop as each side of the road was a veritable raging river and I mean a raging white water river, it was washing out cross roads in great chunks and stuff was screaming down the crests, veritable suicide to step into it. I was expecting kayaks any second. I was riding the crown of the road (off the stripe, natch) and hoping there weren't any low water crossings, thoughts of getting stuck on that road between low water crossings with a river on each side wasn't fun. On top of that there was panicked critters stuck on the road doing weird little dances and rushes back and forth, with little jumps and wild eyes. I've read (while moving my lips) Hough's book on Proficient Moto Riding and it saved my butt looking for color changes in the road, mud washing across and flowing water. To make matters more fun, 18- wheelers were flying down that road from the opposite direction, and passing, throwing more water to the deluge. I didn't think it could get much worse till the wind kicked in, didn't think it could get much worse till it started hailing, which in my experience of Texas weather, precludes some nasties like tornadoes. I didn't think it could get much worse till the stereo died. Nada, zip, drowned, the LED read no radio and Aerosmith's Train kept a rolling all night long derailed. Thoughts of tearing her down to replace the radio nagged the back of my brain while the predominant thoughts of survival were in the front. I expected the bike to drown next and had thoughts of gutting her and crawling up inside the body cavity to survive danced thru the twisted cortex. It was simply unbelievable and I was relishing in the pure hell all that water was creating. I grew up on a ranch in Texas and have never witnessed that much water come down at one time. You couldn't see 5 feet in front of you. I eventually pushed one side of the face shield out (the Schuberts do that!) to allow the water to run freely across the shield trying to improve visibility or to hasten my demise by drowning, not quite sure. I do know that starting a fire was out of the question and I doubt that even gasoline would have burned if a spark would’ve survived.
Well, finally made it to civilization and coffee and donned the Widder vest and rode into Dallas rush hour traffic in the pouring rain. I was riding the close to the edge of the road trying to see around traffic so's I could react and idjits were actually passing me and riding right next to me. One old boy thought it was cute to slam on his brakes in front of me and I actually bruised an important part of the anatomy playing that game till I tired of it all, threw all caution aside and rode like hell into stopped traffic on IH20.... and I do mean stopped. With a little go for over an hour. I tell you that motel in Mesquite looked like a palace. Watching the weather channel I saw where I rode in and kept up with a nice purple, not red, but purple patch on doppler.
Barbara beemer ran great thru it all, the radio came back to life the next morning. I'm thinking it might have some kind of survival switch that shuts it off when it drowns? Anybody know or had this happen? Well, it was a beaut morn and we were preparing to go on a nice ride into the country with some friends when my stanking cell phone goes off, had to leave barbara in our son's garage, fly to the valley, rode home with one of our investigors, fly back to Dallas and ride Barbara home. sheeeeeeeesh. IH 35 was a madhouse, I reckon spring breakers, finally got tired of all the kids, once again threw caution to the wind and fell in with traffic moving between 80 to 90 mph, cutting in and out with all the sports cars, pickups and the such. Needless to say made it home real quick. One good thang, gots to ride over 700 miles and can't wait to do it again. You know, I was a little concerned that Barbara would start the next day, Sandy's words: "She's a beemer, don't worry about it" the truth be spoken. I don't know how one of my Harley's would have done.
What was that middle thang?