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Saturday was one of those days that started out down right ugly. Ominus would be a good description. Huge black clouds hung close to the ridges and the sun just couldn't penetrate the cloud cover. Breakfast and hot coffee got me going, then to the garage where I relocated my saddlebags down and rearward to finally make the passenger pegs accessible and actually made the bike look better too. The weather report called for rain later into the night but it looked as if the Clouds could open up at any moment. What the heck, I parked the Vette outside and rolled Raymond outside ( I named my bike Raymond after my Father). The temps were in the high 40s so I didn't need my heated gear. With Raymond warmed up we left with no where in particular to go. I crossed Black Oak Ridge riding thru the cloud cover and into rain on the other side. What happened to the forecast? The windshield and the chaps on the engine crashbars kept the rain off of me and I decided to ride as long as I could. Though the weather was miserable for riding, I settled in and was actually enjoying the ride. I picked a road with rolling hills and smooth curves. Though the road was wet the bike held the curves without incident. As I rode further into the country the clouds seemed to press themselves closer to the ground, obscuring the countryside. But rather than being depressed, I was really enjoying this ride. The dismal surroundings faded as my bike flowed seamlessly thru the curves, shifting to match engine speed to road speed, each curve demanding a different gear, a different lean angle. Constantly moving from 3rd thru 5th gear, I became obsessed with the challenge and became one with the bike. I had never ridden so effortlessly; it was like a dance that swayed and flowed to the music of a silent song, the exhaust marking time. My heart raced and my mind was speeding, hoping the moment would never end and knowing I would be hard pressed to duplicate this strange and beautiful, surrealistic event. I was completely immersed inthe moment and was shocked when I realized I was pulling into the driveway ending a 100 mile ride that seemed more like a dream. I will never look at clouds quite the same again!
Bernie
Saturday was one of those days that started out down right ugly. Ominus would be a good description. Huge black clouds hung close to the ridges and the sun just couldn't penetrate the cloud cover. Breakfast and hot coffee got me going, then to the garage where I relocated my saddlebags down and rearward to finally make the passenger pegs accessible and actually made the bike look better too. The weather report called for rain later into the night but it looked as if the Clouds could open up at any moment. What the heck, I parked the Vette outside and rolled Raymond outside ( I named my bike Raymond after my Father). The temps were in the high 40s so I didn't need my heated gear. With Raymond warmed up we left with no where in particular to go. I crossed Black Oak Ridge riding thru the cloud cover and into rain on the other side. What happened to the forecast? The windshield and the chaps on the engine crashbars kept the rain off of me and I decided to ride as long as I could. Though the weather was miserable for riding, I settled in and was actually enjoying the ride. I picked a road with rolling hills and smooth curves. Though the road was wet the bike held the curves without incident. As I rode further into the country the clouds seemed to press themselves closer to the ground, obscuring the countryside. But rather than being depressed, I was really enjoying this ride. The dismal surroundings faded as my bike flowed seamlessly thru the curves, shifting to match engine speed to road speed, each curve demanding a different gear, a different lean angle. Constantly moving from 3rd thru 5th gear, I became obsessed with the challenge and became one with the bike. I had never ridden so effortlessly; it was like a dance that swayed and flowed to the music of a silent song, the exhaust marking time. My heart raced and my mind was speeding, hoping the moment would never end and knowing I would be hard pressed to duplicate this strange and beautiful, surrealistic event. I was completely immersed inthe moment and was shocked when I realized I was pulling into the driveway ending a 100 mile ride that seemed more like a dream. I will never look at clouds quite the same again!
Bernie
Made me feel the clouds and sun. ahhh memories
