05-24-2020, 02:00 PM
Well, maybe not forever, but it pretty much felt that way. I figured out that I had not left city limits on the CB in over two years. In fact, other than two quick errands (one trip to the neighborhood hardware store last year and running the bike over to the local shop where I had the Metzelers installed a couple of weeks ago), I haven't ridden the CB at all.
Tomorrow was going to be riding day as my wife and I were planning a trip to the wine country in the S2000 today. But things did not go as planned thanks to a dead battery in my son's car (blocking the driveway). So after putting the battery on a charger and taking care of a few things around the house, I decided to salvage part of the day by going for a short ride. I figured that it would be a good way to dust off the cobwebs and get a feel for where my riding skills stood. Not that I really needed an excuse to go for a ride.
As a bonus, the weather was absolutely perfect (right around 70℉). I enjoyed a casual Sunday evening ride around town and out to Sauvie Island and back. Sauvie Island is bordered by the Columbia and Willamette rivers on it's eastern side and the Multnomah Channel on it's western side. It is the largest river island on the Columbia River and one of the largest in the United States. The island is know primarily for it wealth of produce (it has a lot of farms featuring U-pick operations) and it's wildlife (birds in particular). There are a lot of viewing stations located around the island not to mention more osprey nests that you can shake a stick at — the osprey have nabbed all of the sticks..
For me the island made for a quick & easy getaway to wear in the new tires and get a feel for just how rusty my skills had become. They were rusty all right, but not too bad. The CB100 was a pleasure to ride just as it's always been. Fortunately by that time I made my way back home with only 65 miles covered, I myself was feeling normal once again aboard the CB. It seems that I am finally "back" so to speak, and that in and of itself feels good. As has always been the case throughout my entire life — it doesn't take too much time aboard a motorcycle to put a smile upon my face. I almost forgot to take a photo, so these will have to do. Better than nuthin' as they say.
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Tomorrow was going to be riding day as my wife and I were planning a trip to the wine country in the S2000 today. But things did not go as planned thanks to a dead battery in my son's car (blocking the driveway). So after putting the battery on a charger and taking care of a few things around the house, I decided to salvage part of the day by going for a short ride. I figured that it would be a good way to dust off the cobwebs and get a feel for where my riding skills stood. Not that I really needed an excuse to go for a ride.
As a bonus, the weather was absolutely perfect (right around 70℉). I enjoyed a casual Sunday evening ride around town and out to Sauvie Island and back. Sauvie Island is bordered by the Columbia and Willamette rivers on it's eastern side and the Multnomah Channel on it's western side. It is the largest river island on the Columbia River and one of the largest in the United States. The island is know primarily for it wealth of produce (it has a lot of farms featuring U-pick operations) and it's wildlife (birds in particular). There are a lot of viewing stations located around the island not to mention more osprey nests that you can shake a stick at — the osprey have nabbed all of the sticks..
For me the island made for a quick & easy getaway to wear in the new tires and get a feel for just how rusty my skills had become. They were rusty all right, but not too bad. The CB100 was a pleasure to ride just as it's always been. Fortunately by that time I made my way back home with only 65 miles covered, I myself was feeling normal once again aboard the CB. It seems that I am finally "back" so to speak, and that in and of itself feels good. As has always been the case throughout my entire life — it doesn't take too much time aboard a motorcycle to put a smile upon my face. I almost forgot to take a photo, so these will have to do. Better than nuthin' as they say.