I tried to keep working but at 7:30 this eve, I knew if I didn't get out for an hour I was going to hate myself. It has been a gorgeous day and at 7:30 there was little traffic as I made my favorite local circuit of back roads through a few towns southwest of Boston. I've been riding my Hayabusa full time as my cb has had a hole in the frame where the engine was since May.
I got into the rhythm of my makeshift course, and was humming along in 3rd gear at about 5 grand, when I rounded a corner leading to Red Wing bay on the Charles river, and noted a bike in front of me.
The bike appeared mid-sized and moving sort of leisurly, so out of respect, I slowed down and kept a proper distance. It didn't take me long to realize the rider in front of me was a slender woman with
long, well tanned arms extending from a diminuitive black leather vest. She was wearing a full face helmet that didn't nearly contain the long blond hair spilling out behind her.
I pretty much forgot about speeding as I rode behind her. There was something very calming about watching her check out the landscape of old farms and homes of the rich and famous intersperced with meadowlands that Andrew Wyeth can only approximate.
It was uncanny that she followed my favorite route. I thought to myself that as soon as she turned away from it, I would continue on my way to confirm that I wasn't stalking her, and I even put my turn signals on before she did so that she would know which way I was going. We continued like this for about 10 miles, until she signalled for a gas stop.
I decided to alter my course and come back along my route from the opposite way she would be coming, just to see if she would continue on my regular route. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later I passed her, and I must say she looked as fine coming towards me, as she did from behind.
I'd like to say I turned around and continued riding with her, but I kind of liked the idea that she was some kind of waking dream. Maybe she was just there to make me slow down, like an angel or something. All I know is I hope I catch sight of her again.
