After a brief sampling of summer heat, we were blessed with a perfect spring Saturday for our ride. The temperatures, hitting over 90 during the week, had dropped to a cool mid-60s vibe, enough that I wore my fleece shirt under my jacket. Cool enough for comfort, but warm enough for nature to put on a show.
As I was gearing up and heading down to the R Nine T, I saw an osprey hunting above the river, circling, diving, soaring up, and diving again. By chance I glanced back over my left shoulder as I headed down the driveway and caught sight of the bald eagle flying away. I hoped for another glimpse of the eagle when we headed out, but I wasn’t that lucky.
But speaking of gearing up, I was amazed to realize how easy strapping the Arai helmet has gotten for me. I’ve gotten such a good feel for the straps that I can now even snap the snap closed. The only aspect I don’t like about the helmet is putting it on, but even that’s getting a bit easier. I am curious how good the air flow will be in the summer; I think it’s probably good that I accept bad hair day Saturdays.
The skies were partly cloudy, so I knew I’d see some butterflies and I did. The air was heavy with the sweet scent of ligustrums and honeysuckle, both big draws for butterflies. The first cabbage white butterfly took off at the same time we did, and I spotted the second one half a block later. I spotted a pair of what I think were Eastern Comma butterflies; they danced right in front of me and then I zoomed by. As we came to the duck crossing between the river, we came to a stop as a family of Canadian geese crossed the road—the mama, the papa, and the gosling. I only saw the one gosling and wondered what had happened to the others.
As for my ride, my on-street U-turns were all asphalt because I trusted the balance of the bike. During the first turn as I came around to the other side of the street, I made the decision to push further into my lean and let off the clutch rather than play it safe and ride wide into the grass. And the boxer engine didn’t let me fall. Later I struggled in the two-spot turn in the gravel lot, but that struggle is due to turning and having to get the bike up an incline rather than a flat turn. I need to let on a bit more speed to compensate for the fight against gravity.
I had to take a break during the ride when we went into the hospital parking lot. My right arm became numb, and I needed to shake it out. I think the issue may be in my Friday lift at the gym. On Fridays I work my arms, and I may have some vascular swelling that causes unusual tightness leading to the numbness. I will be switching up my lifts during the week to see if that alleviates the issue. I still also believe some of the issues stem from the R Nine T riding position of a slight lean. However, since I don’t experience the numbness on my left side, most of it must be due to my lifts. And I need to work on balancing my lifts since clearly my right side is working harder than my left!
I was reminded during this ride of the time I almost dropped the 310. The magnolias are really blooming now, and I love the clean scent of them. I was off alone on the 310 taking my turn back when we only had the one motorcycle. I was in a court for a turnaround that had a huge magnolia tree to the left side. I thought how nice that I could stop the bike, lift up the helmet visor, and get a whiff of the blossom dangling across the court. What I did not know was that the pavement of the court dipped down at the edges to allow for water runoff. As I went to set my left foot down, I discovered the ground wasn’t where I expected it to be but a few inches lower. The 310 began listing heavily to the left but, because it wasn’t too heavy of a motorcycle, I was able to catch it. I never did get to smell that magnolia blossom, but I have decided to sniff what scents are blown through the breeze. It is much safer that way if a bit more boring. But with all the sights, sounds, and scents surrounding me, I’m never truly bored when riding.
Flutterby Biker 