Holy crap.
I can’t remember the last time I said or wrote that, and I am so serious about it I’ll say it again. Holy crap..so much fun :D
Pertinent facts:
’82 Suzuki 750
3 highways
one awesome motorcycle shop along the side of one of the 3 highways
a (much needed) pair of earplugs, a (also much needed) twinkie and bike talk with the two resident motorheads at the above mentioned shop
one quart of oil (which I didn’t know I very badly needed until I was pulling out of the above mentioned shop and the oil light flickered twice; I almost ignored it, too. That would’ve been really, really really dumb)
hundreds of miles
sun-warmed post-rainstorm air that smelled fresh and honey-sweet during a stretch of highway through fields and woods
a cup of coffee and a strawberry bear claw on the way home, from a great small town bakery with an awesome “won’t close till the pastries are pretty much gone” policy
“Just along down the way, there is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground”
-40 Acres, by Caedmon’s Call
On that note, only very tangentially related, here’s a cool picture:
You’re a biker! Excellent! Love your writing style David – feels like I’m there with you sharing the experience. I’ve done similar journeys in Europe… riding a Kawasaki 250cc triple and probably a whole lot colder and wetter then your journey sounds! LOL!
Thank you, I appreciate it! Pardon the slow reply..I’ve been lazy :(.
That sounds much wetter than this particular ride was..I think I’ll be able to get in my wet/sloppy/muddy/awesome rides down in Central America though :).