The best thing you can do for your machines besides all the excellent care and maintenance you give it, is to ride it. This I do! I get tired sometimes of the same roads in my area but riding IT is something I’m compelled to do.
I always find something different in every ride and have moments of giddiness. I’m looking, smelling, feeling, re-focusing, thinking, praying, wondering, slowing down more than normal, going faster than normal, easing off from the stop, taking off fast from the stop, and so on.
I never pop a wheelie or blip the throttle. This ain’t the bike for that foolishness. :crying:
I ride on roads and think… man that was nice and then there are others I’ve been on and make a mental note to never go there again. I’ve ridden rides to nowhere(basicly every day) and then think back after getting home, where did I go on that ride. I don’t think about it too hard cause it doesn’t really matter. All that really matters is that I burned some gas, wore down some tires, killed some bugs, and came home to momma with a pleasing attitude and demeanor.
Oh! There is one road that I ride often and it has this really bad bump that I can never see. I think it is due to shade from trees. Every time I hit it, I tell myself to remember about where it is and then slow way down. I always forget and end up hitting it anyway. Oh! It hurts! Yep! It rocks my world.
I always find something different in every ride and have moments of giddiness. I’m looking, smelling, feeling, re-focusing, thinking, praying, wondering, slowing down more than normal, going faster than normal, easing off from the stop, taking off fast from the stop, and so on.
I never pop a wheelie or blip the throttle. This ain’t the bike for that foolishness. :crying:
I ride on roads and think… man that was nice and then there are others I’ve been on and make a mental note to never go there again. I’ve ridden rides to nowhere(basicly every day) and then think back after getting home, where did I go on that ride. I don’t think about it too hard cause it doesn’t really matter. All that really matters is that I burned some gas, wore down some tires, killed some bugs, and came home to momma with a pleasing attitude and demeanor.
Oh! There is one road that I ride often and it has this really bad bump that I can never see. I think it is due to shade from trees. Every time I hit it, I tell myself to remember about where it is and then slow way down. I always forget and end up hitting it anyway. Oh! It hurts! Yep! It rocks my world.