Making Laps... 100 Miles at a Time
Often times when I ride, I don't have a "gotta go here" route planned, I just point and go. I think this is one of the joys of being a solo rider and enjoy these trips to nowhere more than anything.
As I haven't had time to ride lately, rather haven't made time, I jumped on the bike this cool fall afternoon for a ride to nowhere. Layered up, fueled up, plugged in some tunes and headed west. After a few short minutes of traffic, I hit a mostly empty highway and left my life behind for a bit. No work deadlines, no honey do's, just me and this wonderfully built machine.
Trying to hold her back to a legal speed, I roll through the hills of northwest Louisiana enjoying the peace and joy of truly living. The smooth, raw power of the Valkyrie is a well known secret to anyone who rides her. Even so, I am always amazed and surprised by it, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning after he received his Red Rider BB gun.
As I roll on, my focus changes and the bike and I become one unit. With every corner I hit, the throttle twists wider, along with my smile. Pegs dragging, counter steering this big girl, blowing past traffic, **** this thing is fun. Before I know it, I approach my driveway and am sad. But that sadness is short lived as I know I can do another 100 mile lap tomorrow...