Mel and I had an incredibly great weekend at the DRU!
We pulled out of the driveway Fryeday and headed South for a weekend of daytime riding and evenings spent sitting around a fire with other riders in Southern Indiana. Saturday’s lunch ride was roughly 145 miles of twisting, climbing, diving rural roads with many amazing views of the Ohio River and it's tributaries. With a nice, long, narrow one lane wooden plank bridge thrown in just to make it interesting.
Lunch in Tell City was great in spite of the restaurant having a problem with it's AC. They had at least four kinds of meat on the buffet table for us Carnivores, and yes I tried them all before going back for more fish, pork & chicken.
Mel & I shared the road with (I’m guessing) 40-50 other bikes, all piloted by good riders. The pace was spirited enough to make it interesting without getting anyone in over their head.
In spite of (maybe because of) most of the bikes being hard ridden 19-21 year old Valkyries there were no breakdowns that I heard about. (I did hear a rider’s taillight bulb burned out I guess)
Mel & I (and our friends Laura and Jim) crossed over lake Monroe and then took 135 South to Corydon on the way down and brought 135 back to Bloomington on our way back home today. We could tell we were getting closer to home because the potholes and bumps just got worse and worse until they seemed to plateau somewhere around Spencer. How the roads can be so good in Southern Indiana and suck so bad in this area is one of life's unending mysteries I guess.
Walking through the motel parking lot was a daily feast for the eyes as we walked from one custom bike to another. One thing about bikes which have been cared for and ridden daily for decades is they nearly all wind up highly customized.
This morning as we were saying our goodbyes, Mel looked up and pointed out the only Sun Dog Rainbow any of us standing there had ever seen. I took it as a good omen and it was.
Since it was a weekend of curvy, rural roads not far South of our house we only put 505 miles on the bike, but they were quality miles, the kind that make you smile and thank your maker for putting you here in this place at this time.
When you are on a motorcycle letting the sun and wind have their way with you as the world unrolls between your handlebars it becomes very apparent that we live in an amazing, wonderful, gorgeous world.
Life Rocks, pin your ears back and live it "Balls to the Walls" while you can. We'll have time to rest when we're dead.
