bill lumberg wrote: ↑Thu Aug 16, 2018 8:44 am
Dad had a health emergency a state away. So I threw on a bag and let the FJR do what it does best. Something to be said about a machine that can cover distance that fast, that comfortably, with nary a thought about reliability.
Rode mine to visit Mom twice this year. She's gotten over the "motorcycles are dangerous" concept since the FJR brings me.
Hope your Dad recovers fully.
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*** You can't get into trouble in second gear. *** IBA 62517
Took off the rear tire...enough tread for a few local rides...but not enough for a wheelin, squeelin, tire-spinnin NGA ride, there AND back anyways...So I wasted some tread and took it off.
Well a work issue kept me from my Colorado trip with a good friend, but did get out for 200 miles today as I was testing out
positions on my new adjustable footpegs. I like them a lot found a great position that give me just the legroom I needed
to be more comfortable on the bike.
2005 FRJ Travel Steed
2000 ZRX Frisky Steed
2008 KTM 250XC-F Dirty Steed
1992 RM250 For those days when you just have to have that 2smoke fun
That parking job was where I came to a stop after dodging bambi. I was so happy I didnt hit it or fall over that I had to take a picture...
I think they smell your FJR coming and think of there is that big ol' softie coming again, let's go say hello. Perhaps centering crosshairs and a gentle progressive squeeze of the trigger may help provide remedy.
extrememarine wrote: ↑Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:12 am
There's the real Wheaton.
Yep, there's the real wheaton after I give an attaboy and get flipped off in return.
Seriously, glad you got out and rode. I got out and had a good 200 mile ride with griff and Duane. Awesome sight at the top of the BRP looking down on the blanket of fog down in the upstate. Great roads, unfettered by 4 wheel traffic and Hog caravans.
extrememarine wrote: ↑Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:12 am
There's the real Wheaton.
Yep, there's the real wheaton after I give an attaboy and get flipped off in return.
Seriously, glad you got out and rode. I got out and had a good 200 mile ride with griff and Duane. Awesome sight at the top of the BRP looking down on the blanket of fog down in the upstate. Great roads, unfettered by 4 wheel traffic and Hog caravans.
And seriously, thank you. We don't realize how something as simple as a 60 mile motorcycle ride can be so vitally important to our mental state.
The bike sat for almost 3 months. Abandoned and stranded in the corner of a barn. But just like a 4 legged companion, she fired right up, and purred at speed effortlessly.
I forgot how quickly she'll reach performance award velocity, boy did that feel good to be reminded.
Today it's bath time and TLC. New gps mount and harness to install, amoung other things.
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Rode in to work in a light rain most of the way. Got to my exit about 6 miles from home and.....dry road. Apparently the rain had a pretty distinct cut off. Day 519 consecutive and the streak continues.
Left home on the bike, came home on a rollback. Flat rear tire. 2 holes that I plugged but the bead busted so the little Slime pump, even with a ratchet strap around the tire, wasn't gonna pump it up. The thing I pulled out looked like a small trailer hitch pin about 3/8" in diameter. Thanks to the AMA Roadside Assistance picking up the tab!
I woke up at O-dark Thirty as usual to find a couple dozen showers forming at the coast. Took a whiz and went back to sleep, figuring that I'd pass on riding for the day. Woke back up about 7:00 and to my surprise, the radar was clear - those showers petered out before they got to me. Drank a cup of Joe and geared up for a ride.
I got 10 miles north of town and was having trouble deciding where to go. Kind of "Blah" feeling about it. Then I decided to detour East to see an old friend of mine that I've missed for a while. I turn off the highway onto the one street neighborhood, and immediately, I saw him taking his morning walk toward me way down the street. He recognized me instantly, and waived feverishly at me with both hands in the air. I stopped and offered him my hand for the customary greeting between civilized men. "Good Morning! It's good to see you, my friend!", he proclaimed to me through my ear buds and helmet.
We sat on his back patio watching the hummingbirds fight over the sugar water. We laughed from our bellies at each other profusely. We told stories and we caught up on each other, and our families. He showed me his new 2018 CB500X, which he acquired on a trade of his older Gold Wing. He's setting it up to do some touring, and it's a fine motorcycle to be sure. It was great fun, and an hour seemed like it went by in minutes.
I rode the uneventful 25 miles back home late morning.
Sometimes the littlest things are the greatest things.
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"I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living. Or get busy dying."
- Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption
Rode it to work. First time I've ridden to work in about two years. Yeah new job! Tomorrow i take the truck, calling for heavy rain tomorrow. But I'll ride the rest of the week.
