Saturday in New England,
I woke up late in the morning. Going to take my Sweet Bike out for a ride to NH. wrote my directions on paper (don't have or believe in GPS), just follow my instinct, wish Ducati built a compass into the odometer. Started the bike, man, I love that sound. Destination BCM Motorsport, on the way up, I slabbed it in the beginning, the hit the smaller roads. Road signs can be confusing or not very functional. I got a little lost, but Hey, I didn't mind, I beautiful day out, just me, my bike and the Road. Rt.107, a suggestion from a member worked out great.. I ended up behind slow moving Cagers, and my concerns for Pigs [leo] held me back, and I ended up 1 hour late. I'm a Biker, a rebel, no rules, and outlaw who doesn't care.
got food, rest up, and hit the road back. For a short while, I was behind a few Cagers, but when the roads got twistie, I was the only person on the road. I fell into "The Zone" [moto]
I lost my concern for Pigs, no schedule to meet. every turn was smooth, no hard acceleration, a smooth 50 MPH, that's right a Law Breaker. As a spectator to Track Day last weekend, I felt like I was in my own track, mimicking the lean, the knee out, head shoulder position. I felt at one. and it was great! Then the inevitable, the Gas light came on.
Sunday came and I was cleaning out the bugs in my Radiator with a Toothbrush, oh the joy of cleaning after your mess, the Pride of a well deserved Cleaning. After photos coming. [thumbsup]
FYI
we like bacon round these parts