Not much other than a late night "should really already be in bed" rambling.
I'm the type of person that gets bored with things easy. I was bored in school (hence my poor grades), I get bored at work (hence my poor performance at times and lengthy resume), and I get bored in relationships (hence a divorce and a whopping record length of 9 months as the longest relationship SINCE the divorce).
But, one thing I have found is that I haven't been getting bored of motorcycles. Especially my sprint. Today I spent the morning changing the oil, cleaning and spraying some wax on the chain, and shining up the plastics. Afterwards, I take it out for the first really GOOD day of riding around here that's neither cold and/or windy to the tune of +30mph winds.
I decide on a new route. I go the route of where a lot of the cruisers around here go. Up the side of the caprock, past the large windmills and to a small town that's otherwise dead with the exception of one lone biker bar that has more patrons than town citizens. Going up the winding road, I'm slowed by some of the bar patrons making their way to the bar. I think about stopping in up ahead and mingling, but, think different after feeling the sting of the stares from some of the riders I've just passed at around 90mph.
I continue on past the bar, knowing that a "sport" bike at the bar is a good way to start a wrong conversation with some of the older die-hard cruiser guys and gals that are still mumbling about that red "crotch rocket" that they're sure to see in the ditch up ahead.
I come to the series of curves in the road ahead. Most roads in this part of the world are straight for many series of miles with a few gradual turns thrown in. A good twisty road is just not that common around here. The particular curves I'm coming to are nice tight curves with minimal if any traffic, and the particular road hasn't been deflowered by the all too common oil field water trucks that have a nasty effect on area roads closer to civilization.
As I enter the first curve, all the joys of riding double, and remind me why I didn't do the sensible thing and sell my bike this winter when I could've actually made money from it. The wind noise fades, the heat on my right leg goes away, and a little bit of "moto-gp wanna-be" creeps in. The next curve approaches, and I decide to carelessly disregard the 40mph suggested speed limit. I enter the curve, prepare to pretend to drag my right knee, and look through the curve while still holding the turn. The bike held beautifully, and I give myself a personal compliment on going through at 30mph faster than what DOT says I should. I accelerate out of the turn just to see an oncoming bar patron give me a "just what in the hell do you think you're pretending to do" look as he's slowing his cruiser down to make the turn.
I was far from dragging my knee. I was far from even doing what my bike is really capable of. But for one moment, I was carving up the Isle of Man.
That one moment put me right back into the same mood of giddy-ness and excitement I had a few years ago after just completing my MSF course and cruising around on my first bike.
I think I have finally found something that I don't seem to be getting bored with.
I hope everyone is having as much fun as I am riding more and more each day as the weather warms up, and I wish everyone a safe ride where-ever they ride and what-ever they ride. Spring is here, and summer's not far behind!
And to those harley riders I passed? I'm sorry; no offense meant. The bike MADE me do it?
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