11-04-2015, 01:23 AM
So I was able to grab a hooky day from work, and it correlated with one of the finest days of weather in the last decade here on the Jersey Shore. 70 degrees, crystal clear, light breeze...perfect. I've neglected the old bikes a bit this summer, so I rolled out the '68 Norton P11, went over her, tickled the carbs, and bang, one kick start.
She rattled, vibrated, smoked and barked in the glorious colors on the backroads, but never missed a beat, and we ended up at the beach an hour later. Hissing, pinging and marking her spot, I swear she enjoyed the view of the ocean, the gleaming warm sun, and the conversations with passers by as much as I did.
Yeah, I know, character and soul are anthropomorphic devices we attach to inanimate objects. But I swear the old Ranger was smiling when I cleaned her, put her 'bedpan' under the primary to collect her droppings, and tucked her away, likely for the winter, at the end of a glorious ride.
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She rattled, vibrated, smoked and barked in the glorious colors on the backroads, but never missed a beat, and we ended up at the beach an hour later. Hissing, pinging and marking her spot, I swear she enjoyed the view of the ocean, the gleaming warm sun, and the conversations with passers by as much as I did.
Yeah, I know, character and soul are anthropomorphic devices we attach to inanimate objects. But I swear the old Ranger was smiling when I cleaned her, put her 'bedpan' under the primary to collect her droppings, and tucked her away, likely for the winter, at the end of a glorious ride.