The Evil, Dreaded Slab – How Can I Make Riding it Better?
On my 2009 in review list of 100 things that I learned abot motorcycling, my #40 entry was:
I’m struggling with whether it’s better to have slabbed and seen or not seen at all.
Living on the eastern end of Long Island means that I have to commit myself to riding about 100 miles until I can be somewhere that I can get a bit of elbow room. It takes me that long before I can be in a place where I can stretch the Speed Triple’s legs a little. Sometimes, this is daunting. Instead of being gung-ho for a ride I find my excitement balloon getting deflated.
There are so many day rides that I want to take, so many things that I want to go see. But the thought of riding my way off of this island often puts a damper on my plans. 100 miles off, 100 miles on. I’m not afraid of the miles, it is just that their quality is so poor.
What can I do?
When the weather is warmer, I could suck it up and get up at 0′darkthirty to head out before the sunrise, heat and traffic. This would get me to wherever I want to start riding, in the early hours of the morning. I am after all a morning person. But even so, I will confess the idea of getting up at 5 on a weekend morning isn’t exactly exciting. And then there is the little matter of battling my way back home.
Or… I could just hang around this island; riding the same old stinko roads time and time again. I could never go anywhere or see anything new. Right.
How do I find the inner peace to tolerate what needs to be done to get out of here?
This post is nothing without you: Do you have to work to make it to the good roads? How do you make it through the “tough” times of traveling?