There are few things as elegant as the quiet mechanical music of a
freshly tuned road bike on a smooth, deserted country road, on a 68F
early spring afternoon.
Ya' gotta love a spring day off!
Hey, the fact that I got to enjoy this today could be a gloat... <G>
I'm thinking I'll be able to start riding to work next week. Tomorrow
the bike comes out of the shed and gets its tuneup.
There's something about riding the trail along the river, stopping to
watch the birds at the weir, or the crocuses poking through the last of
the snow, the ground squirrels poking their heads out looking for that
elusive spring greenery...
There is no bad outdoor cycling. I broke my shoulder going over the
bars of my MTB in 2003.
This morning, I replaced the tires, grips, and chain on my main MTB,
and then replaced the chain and bar tape, and reinstalled the
"outdoor" wheels on my "summer" road bike. Today was the road,
tomorrow, I hook up with my buddies for some off-roading. Our local
shop's organized road rides start Monday.
I normally prefer road if I'm going alone, as the chance of someone
finding me if I'm injured is better. <G>
All the motorcycle, canoe, kayak, running shoe, and hiking boot owners
I know feel exactly the same when the weather breaks!
Your post sounds like the Disney World commercial, "I'm too excited to
That's so cool. God, I wish I could get excited about the next morning like
I did as a kid when I was about to go fishing for the day.
What difference? Really?
Two wheels, no windshield pillars, nothing but this feeling that the wheels
are an extension of your feet and there's that direct connection to
temperature, aromas, and a feeling of spiritual connection. Bikes versus
cars is sorta like the difference of Omnimax versus the theater. When you're
older or somewhat incapacitated the motorcycle works like a top. Next
substitute is the convertible. But the convertible to a bike is kinda like
rafting versus whitewater in an open canoe solo. And these North Carolina
mountains are a bit like Class IV and V. Try Tail of the Dragon in the
Spring or Fall.
Critical? Simply the feeling of pure cool! Life is good.
Remember the scene in "The Wild One" where Brando is on a Triumph going
down the road between two rows of trees with a girl on the back?
Maybe you're not old enough, but I am.
Almost 70 and still riding :-).
On Sat, 01 Apr 2006 08:57:27 -0800, Larry Blanchard
A guy I work with just bought one of the new "old" Triumphs.
Wanna' buy an award winning, old and rare Norton? He's trying to sell
it to pay for the new bike, as he can't part with his Ducati.
The Norton's actually won several awards at the NYC Javitt's Center
Motorcycle show, and has been in magazines. This guy is the most anal
guy I've ever met, so the bike's got to be incredible.
You're talking to a senior on Social Security - all I can do is
drool :-). But I did get to ride a Norton once, a long time ago.
Along with a Triumph, a Vincent, an Ariel, a BSA, a Royal Enfield, and
even a Velocette. Oh yes, and a real Indian.
My bike now is a (modified) '78 Yamaha SR500, their copy of the BSA Gold
Star. I've had it for over 20 years and never had the head off. Great
Odinn wrote:I've got a 74 Triumph Trident that I'm wanting to get rid
been ridden since '78 and needs a lot of work to get it running.
I wonder how easily parts are to obtain for her. It was tough
enough to get parts for my old '77 Yamaha 750. Still, a great bike, I
had an estimated 100,000 miles on her, after rebuilding her 3 times,
and crashing once(destroying the instrument cluster). Finally sold her.
I'm due for a new motorcycle...Tom
Thanks for the inspiration. I read this this morning and then jumped on my
mtn bike for a couple of hours of single track. It's nice to have trails
within a mile of where I live.
Great weather and most everybody I met on the trail was cordial.....
Gary (now to get back in the woodshop)
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