Shaking the Rug

 

20161010_154312_hdr1On this evening’s ride home I noticed my shadow, stretched long and thin, riding ahead of me as I headed east. It’s getting darker sooner and the temperature is dropping faster as the day quickly comes to an end. Or is it the evening is beginning sooner? We motorcyclists are bracing ourselves and preparing for cooler rides led by our headlights. I’m not sure if its my age or not but cool is now cold and cold is now really cold. It could be I’m just getting old.

I’m not sure if its my age or not but cool is now cold and cold is now really cold. It could be I’m just getting old.

But I still make my mind up to ride. Just since Sturgis I’ve racked up about 10,000 miles on my Ultra Classic and I felt it was time to trade. Coming in with just under 70,000 on the clock, it still had a lot of miles left on it but if I were to continue riding it by next summer it would have had around 85,000 to 90,000. I traded a Road King in on the Ultra and now as you can see, a Road King it is again. I’ve been asked why I would give up the trunk and stereo but honestly I’m a fan of the Road King. It fits me and it’s a kick in the pants to ride.

There will always be a slight transition when you move from one bike to another. I have a tendency to carry more than I need to and this gives me an opportunity to sort and whittle down what isn’t necessary. Much like the bikers of old, we should carry the bare minimum when we ride. I found stuff in my saddle bags that really shouldn’t even be on a motorcycle. Socks? Really? So it’s like spring cleaning for me but only in the fall. I’m sure it won’t take long to accumulate those random items all over again in the next couple of years, but once in a while you just need to shake the rug if you get my drift.

So if you follow along with this blog you see a different bike in the picture. The Road King will evolve a bit over time but for the most part what you see is what you get. Even I find it remarkable to the transitions from a Heritage to a Road King to an Ultra Classic and back again. There sure have been a lot of miles and memories on each and every one of these Harley-Davidsons and I can appreciate each one for taking me on their own unique journey. I can’t wait to see where this one takes me.

The Annual Kick in the Pants

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Peace. That calm, quiet, blue feeling of understanding we look for when chaos surrounds us. That edge of darkness with a sliver of light on the horizon drawing our gaze eastward and our thoughts upward in search of answers to questions in the book called Our Life. I have a lot of questions.

 So I stand, feet firmly on the ground, waiting for a stiff breeze to sway me. Even a stiff drink would help.

Some days the wind of change doesn’t blow hard enough. Seasons will change and we can feel the difference, but does it make a difference? Time keeps ticking, but what time is it, really? Sometimes the best gauge we have is our gut. We surely wouldn’t lie to ourselves, would we? So I stand, feet firmly on the ground, waiting for a stiff breeze to sway me. Even a stiff drink would help.

I often fan the pages to this book of mine instead of appreciating each and every word printed upon them. Rather than a quick glance or skipping pages altogether, I should allow myself the time to absorb the story as its told. After all, it is about me.

I’m not sure if it’s the age of which I find myself or if it’s that point in the year when I need the annual kick in the pants to bring me to my senses. But its time. Time to turn a few pages, stop looking at just the pictures and get busy. As the weather changes in favor of riding motorcycles, we will soon forget about all the days we didn’t ride.

Have you read a good book lately?