“Babe. Chris asked me to go do that Grand Canyon dirtbike thing with him.”
“Okay. You should do it! When is it?”
“We’re driving out.”
And just like that, with a few days notice my husband Kenny loaded two dirtbikes in the back of his pickup and drove from Long Island to the edge of California. See? I’m not the only one around here who impulsively heads off galavanting.
In two days time, Kenny and his friend Chris were in Moab, Utah where they spent a day riding. The following morning, they reloaded their bikes in the truck and were off to Primm, Nevada. That’s where they ditched the truck and set off across the desert to Bar 10 Ranch to begin the Grand Canyon leg of their trip.
The pictures Kenny sent of the rugged desolation were so beautiful. Here are a few:
This post is part of a month-long writing prompt challenge: Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC) 2017 hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com.
Prompt: Three pics you’ve never shared
Kenny probably hates it when I let my GoPro run in photo mode…
On New Years Day I had the opportunity to take my first ride on a Royal Enfield. Though not as rare as a pink unicorn, Royal Enfields aren’t something you see around these parts very often. Needless to say, I was excited.
2012 Royal Enfield Classic 500 – Desert Storm
First things first – it is a great looking bike. It doesn’t get fussy with pretense instead it wears its classic styling well. Its matte sand-colored paint job is très chic!
My first impression as I swung a leg over and parked my rump on the sprung saddle ~ Wow, she is quite petite. The C5 was first motorcycle I’ve flat footed since the Monster more than a decade ago.
When I turned the key, the exhaust note began puffing a sweet, steady thump the likes of which I’d not heard before. It sings a very unique song.
The riding… well ~ when I first pulled away and picked my feet up to put them on the pegs, they weren’t where my brain said they ought to be. They were slightly more forward. A light touch on the bars was necessary to combat some of the ever present buzziness of the bars in my hands.
If you aren’t interested in taking it easy, this may not be the bike for you. With less than 30 ponies coming out of its little heart, you aren’t winning any races.
That said, as I clicked through the surprisingly smooth gearbox I never felt disappointed. On the contrary I felt content, dare I say, happy. The bike brought a smile to my face as it danced its way through the curvy north shore roads swiftly and confidently.
When I arrived back home, Kenny eagerly asked me what I thought about the bike. I finished up my ramblings with a resounding ‘I love it!’
There is something romantic about this bike that speaks to me. Some pleasures are perfectly wonderful while still being simple.
Many people who are part of a couple in which both people ride their own motorcycles like to wax poetic about how it’s so great to be able to ride with the person you love most, your best friend, blah blah blah…
Get real. The best part of being in a motorcycle couple is being able to ride each other’s bikes! 😉
Kenny sent me out on his CL today to just run some gas through it. Now that’s the kind of “honey do” list I like!
Kenny, bless his blonde little heart, can be pretty animated when he speaks. He uses his hands quite a bit. In other news – I’ve been told that I’m as nutty as a fruitcake so there is a lot of clarifying of what I mean going on.
Between you and me, I had no idea fruitcakes even had nuts, but whatever.
“What are you talking about?”
“What does that even mean?”
“Okay, I give up. What are you talking about?”
“Whoa. I have NO idea what you’re talking about.”
Love that guy 😆