Well, after a heckofaday at work, I was feelin' all wadded up inside... The nation’s largest telecommunications company is doing it's very best to kill one of its most dedicated employees (that would be me
). Less people are doing more of the work, and it gets worse every day... But, I needed some release, and I'll get to that in a bit...
Got home, and fixed up some dinner for my son and me, and enjoyed his company while we ate. He's a great kid, and can make a day of high school an entertaining story, with all sorts of funny details. After we finished dinner, he was off to play some basketball with his friends, and I was looking at about an hour of day light...
When I decided to fire up the 'Wide Woman', the temps were in the mid to upper 40's... Jeans, boots, long sleeve T, Hooded sweat shirt, and my leathers with liner, should do the job... Then, I did something I've been avoiding lately... Grabbed a stocking cap, and put it on instead of my helmet... Warm and comfy... Backed outta the garage, and headed west (thinking I might stop at Jim C's, and see his Lead Sled all finished up)... Ended up flying right by, and kept going past Watertown. Nights like this, cool & dry, really make the Fat Girl sing... I took mostly back country roads... 45 - 50 mph limits, and I stayed within those guidelines... This was more of a ride to blow away the crap of the work day, to listen to the Glass Packs sing, to forget about all the divorce stuff, to smell the country side... Yeppers, 'Mental Floss'
The sky was as clear as could be. No clouds, and the sun was low... Saw some wild turkeys, and a few hawks... No deer this time around. The air was sweet... The kinda sweet that you get when the temps are dropping, and the trees are budding... Breath deep... I could feel the weight of the day, slowly being blown off my shoulders, with each mile that was left behind... Once the sun was below the horizon, I felt a bit of a chill working up my legs... Pointed the beast in the general direction of home, and smiled... A twist of the right wrist was rewarded with the sweet sound of the big beefy F6, and it was music to my ears... Gawd I love this bike
At times like these, I know my troubles are small, compared to some folks, but they do weigh me down from time to time... I'll get through, and have had lots of support from this family we call the VRCC. This is not a pity post, but a post about the best therapy money can buy... The Valk, and it's truly awesome Boxer 6 engine... I say nothing, and she listens... I twist the wick, and she sings to me...
39 degrees when I pulled in after about 70 miles or so... But I was as warm as toast
Black Dog
