Sometimes, sometimes all is right with the world. In a small encapsulated moment, even in the midst of a storm, you can find safety or refuge, someplace deep inside. Climb in. Shelter yourself. Tonight was like that.
Responsibility was put on hold. We broke free from life for 90 minutes. Wind, water, cold. That’s all. Time rolling by.
The cold weather… its gotta go! Remind me of this when I am complaining about the heat and practically melting in mid-August. If there is one thing that I hate more than the cold, its the heat! I know. There is no pleasing me. But, I like to believe that my difficult nature is part of my charm.
You really know that you’ve really just about had it with cabin fever when dropping a bike off for service constitutes a ‘wow, that felt great’ ride.
Come on already, spring! Sheesh. I guess i shouldn’t really complain. It was mid 50s today. After work, we headed out for a quick spin on the bikes before dinner. Man, i swear as soon as that sun starts to go down, the temp sure drops fast. We toodled around in the sandy backroads at dusk.
The 996 let’s you know that it doesn’t want to play nice in the lowspeed stuff in a hurry. Sensitive throttle, torquey torque, 40 degrees and a sandy, twisting road will remind you how fast you get rusty over the winter. Comparitively speaking, the Triple is just so easy to ride. I am repeatedly amazed at how confidence inspiring it is. The 996 feels like it would just chew you up and spit you out.
The 996 – she’s still absolutely gorgeous in my eyes. As Kenny pulled up next to me on her, I just couldn’t help but feel happy just looking at her. A classic beauty. Apparently Kenny agrees. He tried to hump my bike. WTF, man? ‘You a veddy bed man, Jeddy!’