An old story repeated here.

I wrote this story in 2006, four years after my wife passed. Menories of her passing were fresh in my mind. I also remembered how much the Valkyire helped me in those days; taking rides on back roads, listening to the Valk's 6 cylinders making their music to my ears.
Today, I don't seem to be able to contribute much to this board concerning the Valkyire but I hope that this will ease the PMS for some of us Northerners. I know it does for me. Here is the story.

IN MY MIND

I look out the window and all in view is a bleak Indiana winter landscape. Even though
the winter is still in its infancy, it is a grownup in its intensity. The streets are covered in
ice, the wind is blowing, the thermometer hasn't made up its mind as to whether it should
go up or down. and its not a fit day to be out.
The Valkyrie is hibernating for now with a battery charger ensuring a steady stream of
electrons for the day that the Valk is called upon to awaken. For now, the Valkyrie is
content to rest.
Rest is also what I should do. However, I cannot. My mind is restless. I wonder, could
it be possible to go back in time and relive events of my youth but change my personal
history to better suit my dreams. I think it is possible. IN MY MIND

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It is the summer of 1956. I am on my Valkyrie, Emanuel. My dear wife, Phyl, her with
the wonderful blue eyes, freckles, and youthful figure is on the back hugging my waist. I
am no longer Solo 1 for, you see, my wife is riding with me. Gone are all her ills that
troubled her in later years, gone are all her inhibitions about riding , and she is once
again the youthful girl and love of my life. As if that's not enough, I also have enjoyed a
magic transformation. My left knee once again does my bidding, my right wrist is pain
free, and all the anxieties and depression of my later years have disappeared as I return to
the joy of being 27 again. IN MY MIND.

The Valkyrie senses our mood. The chrome adorned flat six engine rumbles contentedly
as we motor east on Highway 2 along the north shore of Lake Michigan. The weather is
perfect, not a cloud in the sky with a temperature of 70 degrees and a cooling breeze
blowing onshore from the south. We are riding past a long stretch of sand dunes between
the lake and gently undulating highway 2. There are occasional tendrils of sand intruding
on the road but they present no problems to my reacquired youthful confidence and
skill. The deep blue waters of Lake Michigan beckons but our thirst for contentment is
satisfied by the heady aroma of pine trees , the wind past our bodies, and the willingness
of the steed under us to do our bidding. IN MY MIND.

We continue on. Ahead is a series of curves, unusual for this highway. However,
Emanuel is up to the task and so am I. The rumble of the Valk approaches a snarl as we
enter the curves, my wife holding me ever tighter but welcoming the rush. Soon, too
soon, we are through the curves and 'way ahead on our right, we can see Big Mac
beckoning to us. This graceful bridge over the straits, between the Great Lakes Huron
and Michigan, has always been a welcome sight. The ride marked by an absence of
other vehicles, has been rewarding. The memories, newly minted, are exquisite but
bittersweet. Overall a joyful experience. IN MY MIND.

So take a ride, take a trip, and enjoy, for anything is possible.

IN YOUR MIND.

Wayne, Solo1