Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Seventy Miles...how it works..

Ever have one of those days that if you jumped into a rose bush you would come out smelling like shit..try doing it for a couple of weeks..Well when the shit hit's the fan it has to land someplace and I got a fucking bulls eye dead center. Enough of the pity party for now..had a meeting with a whiny client this morning,,these fucking people have or had no end..I found it for them this morning..I was going to sit down with a business partner who also covets stupidity as his best asset so I decided that the first idiot was the winner that day and the boy would have to wait..Sun's out I'm riding..Been having oil pressure problems with the Shovel, breather tube in the cam cover was plugged..decided to go back down to the Andrews "D" grind, new points "chevy" and replace a couple of oil lines..Poor old Shovel had very little road time since the work and that means I had very little road time..Been busy letting the world stomp my ass..Time to roll on some throttle and end the slide..Flip a coin to see if the front tire has one more ride in it,,fuck it don't matter..

The seventy miles is straight up the hill from 384 feet above sea level to 4500 feet..bad day it can be done in an hour..I'm in a mood, ride and burgers..First full leather in a long time..the old stuff, the real stuff..four dollar novelty helmet to top it off..roll the dog out and kick it..don't have to do that but today it just felt right..Third time is the charm...Rolling to sanity, recouping life,,resurrecting the soul,,if you believe in such things..

Now most times solo out I wanna ride it sorta hard..today I hit the bottom of the hill and felt the urge to take it in..enjoy pipes, the power the wind..light clouds floating around..what the fuck is the hurry..I'm going to hurry my sorry ass into a dirt mound..slow it down, let it roll..see what you have missed..my hour up took a hour and a half..the burger joint was locked up tight..the parking lot has a view to die for..kickstand down..have a cigar..

Riding time is thinking time..had some time to let the few remaining active brain cells process the right and the wrongs, how I got to where I was at today..Time to realize like most of life's pitfalls are self inflicted wounds..all you can do is dust yourself off and keep moving forward..lesson learned on the back of the Shovelhead..now if I can just remember them all..

6 comments:

mq01 said...

hope the ride was everything that you wanted rat

ratone said...

Ah my favorite Tat..it worked wonders but I was looking for miracles..then again today is a new day and I'm off to see the Wizard..

click said...

yep - playin' in the wind, solo - a cleansing experience - those rides are the best -

mq01 said...

mmmmm, i agree roo, and it sounded (on other thread) like atomicbomb is going to have a fantastic ride doing exactly that today...

windingroads said...

Nice writing. You got the gift.

ratone said...

WR..the gift was handed to me in the form of a bike..after that it just all worked out..welcome aboard..make yourself at home..