nklr adventures in the cold
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2004 3:44 pm
Well, probably not adventure in most of you guys book but at least in mine.
I've had the itch to ride for about a week now but couldn't because the
weather was in the teens and I had a heavy work schedule. Yesterday was the
first of my three days off and the weather NOW channel said 47 and partly
cloudy. OK, get up, put on the long johns, heavy socks, start the coffee
and look outside. Raining and 36 degrees. Take off the johns, socks, kiss
the wife as she leaves for work and me and the bull dog go back to bed. (We
have to refer to a nap as "N"-"A"-"P" or he will run to the bed and take up
all the room before you can get there)
Today, sposed to be 47 and partly cloudy. Get up, start the coffee, look
outside. Full cloudy, 36 degrees, wet roads but no rain. WooHoo! Time to
ride! Gear up and take off. I get about 1 mile and realize I left my
balaclava (head sock) thing back at the house. U-turn and go back and get
it. The wind inside that helmet felt like razors.
I have this favorite country road that I am exploring all the side roads.
One of those just kept getting smaller, narrower and more rural. At one
point a couple of half-assed, half-breed Chow/Possum mutts ran out in the
street and start their stuff. The first one, who looked like he should
attend canine special ed, ran in FRONT of the bike. Hard braking saved his
dumb butt. I continued down the road until it turned into a dirt/mud road.
I have almost zero off road experience but I wanted to be a bit more
adventurous than usual, so down it I went.
Some folks say, and I agree, riding a motorcycle is somewhat like flying an
airplane. I've done that and love it. Except I never liked stall practice.
I hate that feeling of loss of control, especially full power take off
stalls. This road was like that. The rear end seemed to have a mind of
it's own and having to steer to accommodate the rear made the front wheel go
in places I didn't want to go. Like the ditch and the trees and big rocks.
As I started down a long hill I decided to turn around and go back. Wrong.
Once I turned left across the mud/dirt road, I couldn't back up to go the
other way. This left me with only one choice, hard right and back down the
hill to look for a better place. I had to go across a rotten wooden bridge
that looked like it might support a kid on tricycle. Got up some speed
(zigging and zagging) and over the damn thing I went. I turned around on
the other side and like a sail boat, tacked my way back up the hill. I
almost was on my ass about ten times and was feeling a bit insecure.
When I finally got back onto pavement I was like, "Whew, glad that's over.
Off I go..." Until cross-eyed, half breed Chow/Possum mix runs right in
front of me with his sidekick, just behind. I swerved to the right as much
as I could, hard braking but Chow/Possum is not having a lucky day. The
front tire catches him just in front of his left hindquarters. I was going
about 30 I think. I was surprised at the lack of shock transmitted and the
lack of effect on the bike. This was no small dog, maybe 50 pounds. C/P
goes flying/spinning to my left and his sidekick passes on my right. I
traveled about 100 feet and stopped to see what was up.
Chow/Possum is now standing, looking at his rump and sidekick is starting
down the street in my direction. I kinda felt like getting off the bike and
kicking the crap out of sidekick and then going back to finish the job on
C/P. But, this was not a good neighborhood. Sidekick and Chow/Possum are
no problem. I live with a Pitbull and have no fear of dogs at all. (I may
get bit, but in the end, I WILL prevail. Besides, I have on enough gear to
make a Klingon envious) So, discretion being the better part of valor (a
comforting rational) I throttled up and took off. Chow/Possum will have to
convince his owner to take him to the vet I guess.
On the way home I stopped at one of those highway burger joints that looked
like it might have last been a Standard Oil station before becoming a
"restaurant" I sat on the single bench that had so many splinters that
leather was a comfort and ate one of the best burgers ever. One where the
patty didn't look like it was cut using laser technology, where the onion
was a slice and hot and the mustard was on one side of the bun and the
ketchup was on the other. Man, that was good.
I then rode back into Memphis and reserved the motorcycle trailer for next
week when I go get my new/OLD Goldwing in Chicago. The guy at Uhaul looked
at me as I took off my helmet and said, "Damn, man. You crazy." Yep.
Sam