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StoneTriple
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No one seemed to have any ride plans yesterday so I went out alone. Since I sat out last weekend sick, I wasn't letting another weekend get away from me. Anyway, nothing terribly eventful, just a lot of great riding. Stopped at Newman's for a coffee and continued on. Riding alone is very peaceful. It's been a long time since I've done that. Saw tons of bikes of all types. Came across a couple standing on the side of the road next to their BMW on the really run-down part of whatever 1388 becomes if you follow it far enough near Sunnyside. Stopped, asked them if everything was ok, they said they were fine and I kept going. Nice day to stop and take in the scenery.
As usual, I wave to every bike out there. I was snubbed by 4 Harleys in 3 different groups. I decided I was through being snubbed by tough-guy posers and that I would become a piece of crap just like them - no more waving to people on the wrong brand of bike. In fact, I decided I wasn't going to wave to anyone I didn't know. A new me was born.
After the weight of being decent had been lifted, I felt refreshed. No longer would I worry about oncoming riders, whether or not they looked like beginners, or what bike they were on. I was tough now – no time for the little people.
After about 15 minutes, I saw a rider headed toward me. I could finally test my new-found freedom by not waving. When he was about 100 feet away........I waved.
OK, I was only a piece of crap for about 15 minutes, and no one actually witnessed it. However, for 15 minutes – I felt mean and bad. A lone biker, don’t mess with me. I’ll tell you one thing, if someone would have come along sooner – no telling what would have happened.
As usual, I wave to every bike out there. I was snubbed by 4 Harleys in 3 different groups. I decided I was through being snubbed by tough-guy posers and that I would become a piece of crap just like them - no more waving to people on the wrong brand of bike. In fact, I decided I wasn't going to wave to anyone I didn't know. A new me was born.
After the weight of being decent had been lifted, I felt refreshed. No longer would I worry about oncoming riders, whether or not they looked like beginners, or what bike they were on. I was tough now – no time for the little people.
After about 15 minutes, I saw a rider headed toward me. I could finally test my new-found freedom by not waving. When he was about 100 feet away........I waved.
OK, I was only a piece of crap for about 15 minutes, and no one actually witnessed it. However, for 15 minutes – I felt mean and bad. A lone biker, don’t mess with me. I’ll tell you one thing, if someone would have come along sooner – no telling what would have happened.