09-17-2018, 06:19 AM
After reading about Josh and The Ferret, I began thinking I was pushing my luck having spent 28 years riding motorcycles. However after one long ride in the country last week, all the anxiety disappeared.
Today it is 85F, but feels like 95F. Ordinary that's too hot for ATGATT, and I don't ride. But I have a modem sitting on my desk that I was supposed to return to my Internet provider several weeks ago.
Grabbed a helmet, and it turned out to be my full face Shoei RF1200. Paused and though too hot for that, and grabbed my open face Bell MAG-9 instead. Well since I was not going to wear my safest helmet, might as well just stay in my T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. But I did grab my deerskin gloves.
First couple of blocks felt a little odd, but that quickly melted away. Kind of reminded me of my 20s when riding was all fun and nobody worried accidents.
After the trip to the Post Office, I decided to ride to the A&W for a Teen Burger and frosty mug of root beer. Yup, tasted just like they use to many years back. Maybe I will take the long way home. Seemed like a good idea until I reached highway speed and the wind noise was too much to bear without ear plugs. Odd I though, I am willing to chance suffering severe pain in an accident, but not the discomfort of a noisy helmet.
Today it is 85F, but feels like 95F. Ordinary that's too hot for ATGATT, and I don't ride. But I have a modem sitting on my desk that I was supposed to return to my Internet provider several weeks ago.
Grabbed a helmet, and it turned out to be my full face Shoei RF1200. Paused and though too hot for that, and grabbed my open face Bell MAG-9 instead. Well since I was not going to wear my safest helmet, might as well just stay in my T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. But I did grab my deerskin gloves.
First couple of blocks felt a little odd, but that quickly melted away. Kind of reminded me of my 20s when riding was all fun and nobody worried accidents.
After the trip to the Post Office, I decided to ride to the A&W for a Teen Burger and frosty mug of root beer. Yup, tasted just like they use to many years back. Maybe I will take the long way home. Seemed like a good idea until I reached highway speed and the wind noise was too much to bear without ear plugs. Odd I though, I am willing to chance suffering severe pain in an accident, but not the discomfort of a noisy helmet.