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Took the MV Agusta Brutale 800 Dragster RR out this morning. Wow, what a perfect day, bit windy, but not a lot of traffic. Went NW and here and there, enough to need to stop and refill tank as the bike only has a 120 mile range (very thirsty triple). Heck, I am qualified for Social security, been riding since 1967. Over New Years, a family member asked me if I was still riding. Yes, but I told her, there will come a day when I know its time to quit. Her husband, my BIL died riding about14 months ago-- bizarre accident. Both his sons in San Antonio quit riding, and sold their bikes. So, lots of pressure for me to quit also.
Nope, not this day. Riding sometimes takes me in the "zone": one with the bike, the engine singing, the whole sensual as can be experience. Riders know of what I speak. Non riders are clueless.
I am grateful the ability to still ride safely. Yes, I am pretty cautious at times, and respect the throttle. On the way home a young man on a very pretty, very red Ducati Panigale trailed me, and at a light we chatted a bit. He wanted to ride with me, and I told him I had been riding all morning (true) and was going home (pretty much). I prefer riding alone most of the time, that's a fact.
How to know when to quit? I will just know. Might be vision, or reflexes, or more likely a growing intuition. But not this day.
Took the MV Agusta Brutale 800 Dragster RR out this morning. Wow, what a perfect day, bit windy, but not a lot of traffic. Went NW and here and there, enough to need to stop and refill tank as the bike only has a 120 mile range (very thirsty triple). Heck, I am qualified for Social security, been riding since 1967. Over New Years, a family member asked me if I was still riding. Yes, but I told her, there will come a day when I know its time to quit. Her husband, my BIL died riding about14 months ago-- bizarre accident. Both his sons in San Antonio quit riding, and sold their bikes. So, lots of pressure for me to quit also.
Nope, not this day. Riding sometimes takes me in the "zone": one with the bike, the engine singing, the whole sensual as can be experience. Riders know of what I speak. Non riders are clueless.
I am grateful the ability to still ride safely. Yes, I am pretty cautious at times, and respect the throttle. On the way home a young man on a very pretty, very red Ducati Panigale trailed me, and at a light we chatted a bit. He wanted to ride with me, and I told him I had been riding all morning (true) and was going home (pretty much). I prefer riding alone most of the time, that's a fact.
How to know when to quit? I will just know. Might be vision, or reflexes, or more likely a growing intuition. But not this day.