68 degrees and sunny today, and leaving for a long weekend tomorrow. So I cut out of work early and took off on a 3-hour run!! I'm tired, I'm sore and it feels great! I ran through the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains, alternating between the fresh scent of evergreens and the pungent oder of freshly manured fields. Damn, what a rush. You're part of the landscape, not sightseeing. Keep track of the road, watch for gravel, smell the surroundings.
Random thoughts: I need to improve my posture if I don't want to end up a cripple and I really, really need to work on that 'Death Grip' thing.
There is nothing like the feeling of pulling up and down through winding mountain (OK, hill) roads, and then blasting out of the last turn down a straight-away through the farm fields. I didn't realize it at the time, but this is why I got into bikes.
Three hours and she performed flawlessly. No overheating, no lugging, just git-up-and-go whenever I asked. I plowed up & down 10% grades, wound through switchbacks, and blasted down straight-aways. I was so wired that I came home, changed the oil, put in a new filter, dropped the pan - cleaned everything and put it all back together again. Did I mention the wife & kids left this morning and I get to play catch-up tomorrow? Bachelor-day, used to the fullest extent.
More random thoughts: Anyone in need of a pan gasket that is too big for a 550 (Honda #11398-426-000)? And don't get stuck behind a sight-seeing bus puking heavy diesel fumes.
Confession: I am a bug magnet. OK, so I started riding in the latter half of last summer, so this is my first spring. Is the bug population out of control or is this just normal for spring? I can't imaging running without a full face helmet and/or shield. The number of liquidated bugs on my face-shield and jacket is downright scary. I had a yellow-jacket hit square-on in my face and not liquefy - just a big hunk of yellow bug guts directly in my line of sight. Now that was fun at 65 mph.
It's been fabulous weather this week in Western New York (IE Buffalo). I've been running all week long, but today tops it all. I stopped at a red light and a FedEx truck pulls up next to me. The driver yells out: "'73 or '74?" I smiled and held up 5-fingers. He knew. I ran into him at one or two other lights. Every time, he looked longingly and waved. I have a new respect for FedEx.
Last random thought: Crotchrocket dudes almost always wave, Harley dudes usually wave. And there are no other SOHC4's in WNY.
Carpe Diem! ...and I did.
Bonus random thought: If you feel a monster sneezing fit coming on, just pull over; it's safer that way.