Loving Warm Days
It could have been something fabulous, but no.
Saturday was overcast with strong, gusty winds, so I was not inclined much to go ride. That is, not until I looked at the thermometer and saw it was in the mid 50s. I guess I’ll go out after all. Besides, I still had two bikes that had not been ridden in December. As soon as I threw the door open to roll the Honda out I was hit with surprisingly warm wind and I knew I would not be disappointed.
Both the Honda and the Kawi were prime examples of why I make a point to ride each bike at least once a month all year round. Neither one was eager to start. Each turned over weakly at first but fired up, and then needed to run awhile before they settled into smooth purrs.
The Honda was first. The only difference in my gear from my last time out was that I wore long underwear this time. They were a nice addition. I never got cold at all.
So I rode for a bit and on my way back I came across the top of Cherry Creek Dam and spied a duffel bag or whatever that someone had lost along the road. There was traffic, though, so I kept going, but I wondered what might be in it. At home, I parked the Honda and fired up the Kawi and went right back the way I had come, this time trying to ensure there was no one behind me so I could stop right there on this road with no shoulder.
The bag was still there so I picked it up and rode on (see photo above). Turns out it was nothing; just an empty, torn bag. And all the things it might have been! Fifty thousand dollars in $100 bills. A fancy camera with exotic lenses. Someone’s dirty gym clothes. Nah. None of the above. I threw it in the trash.
I don’t care. I got out for rides on two of my bikes on a surprisingly nice day in December. That was all the reward I needed.
Biker Quote for Today
It takes 37 muscles to frown, 17 to smile, 7 to twist the throttle.
