Funny thing, it was a ride that before my bike blew I wouldn’t even consider a ride. I think tho, to alot of my friends who ride it woulda been a ride they’d considered big. Either way, It felt good to me.
Yesterday robyn and I headed out at 8 to go check out a house we’re thinking about renting. Great big house, for the same price as what we pay here. It may or may not happen.
Then, we rode to the dealership, grabbed 4 quarts of oil and a filter, then boogied off to our BACA chapter child ride for the month. Child ride seemed like a good stretch to finish my break in on my engine: some freeway, some highway, some around town. We did that, and I went home and changed my oil.
Loco showed up right after and we rode to the firehouse, then over the utah hill. Had a few beers at the dam bar with a few friends, then I headed south. Love my brothers, but damn…. I needed and still need some solo time in the saddle with my bike.
Man, I’m looking for something in life right now. I’m looking for some peace to be honest. I’m looking to find my way again, my inspiration. I need a muse. I know where it is: its sitting in my garage right now. I don’t know shit from shinola, but the last 20 years have taught me one thing: great answers come from long rides. Its been the reset button for my life. It’s better than any religion or baptism that I’ve ever known. It’s been true, and its been proven to me. I love the open road.
I’m gonna put 500 miles on this bike so I know I can trust this engine, then I’m heading the hell out of town for a real ride. I need one. No doubt, I’ll come back a new man.
Saturday I rolled my Sportster, The Phantom, out, changed the oil, started it, and took it for a short spin. Felt like shaking hands with an old friend.
I'm ready for some REAL riding now!