So I went on a weekend trip to St. George on my motorcycle. I had a wonderful time despite the fact that my butt got really sore. I got to see Mike and Danielle, and their kiddos, and a few other people, Nicole and Tiffany. I got to see The Dark Knight, absolutely amazing. I headed back on Sunday after going to church and there was kind of a threat of rain. My friend Tiffany had left for home a little before me, and said that there was a ton o' rain through Cedar City so I braced myself for that. I dont have any rain gear, so I bascially just had to deal with it. I made it through Cedar, no problems. I got to Beaver, no problems. Just past Beaver though, thats when the down pour came. I was doing ok, but then I noticed that there was about an inch of standing water on the road, thats when I knew that I needed to stop. I found an overpass that I could hang out underneath, homeless style. I sat there for about 45 minutes, and then someone stopped. Dawn, the girl that stopped, offered me a ride in her Xterra. I told her that I was headed to Salt Lake and she said that she was too. I then said, "Well, I dont really want to leave my bike here." Her response was something like, "well we can just put it in the back." Now I dont think that she really knew anything about motorcycles, and for those of you who also dont, they tend to be kinda heavy. I told her that I really dont think that we would be able to get it up into the back, nor did I think that it was going to fit in the back, so I declined. It provided me a little humor while I was sitting there, waiting for the rain to stop. It finally let up a bit, enough for me to feel safe riding again. The rest of the ride was pretty good until I got to Nephi. I stopped there to fill up again, and when I got back out in the road again, I was on the on ramp, and my chain fell off, but I was able to put it back on. Now keep in mind that I had just taken my bike in for a tune up. They had suggested that I get a new chain, but that was that. They said that there was more important things that I should take care of first. Things that I ended up not having a problem with. I got to the I-15, I-215 interchange, and all of a sudden, my chain was off again, I was leaking oil, and my clutch wasn't working. Just so you know, sitting on the side of 215 is not a good way to spend your Sunday evening. I ccalled my friend Kirk, and he was able to make it out to me with a truck and a trailer, and we took it back to my house. I called the company that did the tune up, they basically said that it was my fault. I am going to be calling the service manager tomorrow to see how much money they are going to be giving me back for the crappy service they did on my bike. All in all, I am glad that I am still alive. I very easily could have gone down when my bike started to break, or even get thrown from it. I think its sadly going to be the end of it til next summer, when I have a bit more money to put into it.