Veterans Day was cool and cloudy, so I brought out the leather. It was cool enough to make riding in the leather jacket and pants comfortable. Even Bill wore his leather jacket. But we didn’t get to ride together. Instead, we took turns cruising on the R Nine T.
Toward the end of last week’s ride, Bill picked up a nail in his rear tire. The tire was down to 3.5 psi from 42. This was incredibly frustrating because the nail made the Rocket unrideable. It seemed as though I would have to ride solo, and Bill wouldn’t get to ride at all. But circumstances worked a little bit in our favor.
When we arrived at my parents’ house, my mom’s car wasn’t there. I thought she was out, but she was home. Her car was getting serviced. While we were dealing with the frustration and disappointment in the garage, my mom came to tell me the service shop called, and her car was ready. That offered the best solution we could hope for that day. While I took my mom to get her car, Bill could ride the R Nine T, and I would ride when I got back.
I had a bit of a wait once I returned to the house, but I didn’t mind. I knew Bill needed the fun of riding the R Nine T to help lift his mood. He was much happier after his ride, and I took off looking forward to my turn.
It was later in the day than we usually ride, so I stuck mostly to cruising and left off the slow speed maneuvers. I did ride into the pool parking lot since the rope was down which is where I took the lovely autumn picture. I worked on my awareness as I wasn’t following especially paying attention to the squirrels—only one crazy enough to run around in front of me. I brought my ride to an end as I noticed the cars beginning to turn on their headlights. With the end of daylight savings and our delayed start, it was approaching dusk.
While I was out having my riding fun, Bill was working on the flat tire. He managed to lift the nail up enough to remove it and plug the hole. So with some repair work, we’ll be able to ride together again next weekend.
Flutterby Biker 