I was having a bad day, not feeling up to snuff and not sure I should be riding my motorcycle. Handling the 487 pounds of the R Nine T was feeling like biting off more than I could chew. But it was another gorgeous day—sunny, highs in the low-to-mid-70s with strong, gusty winds. Rain was forecasted but not until late in the day. I know the summer heat is heading our way, so I didn’t want to pass up a perfect day for riding.
I decided to give the ride a go with a plan to head back to the garage if my wooziness made the ride seem difficult. I thought the fresh air and sunshine might actually help, and it was the first ride of my summer vacation. So we headed out with my focus on how I’m feeling as we go and how I’m interacting with the motorcycle. My ride was like pushing through the work day when I went in not feeling well and started to feel worse as the day progressed. At least up to a point. My first U-turn of the ride was the on-street turns. Both were all road with the second tighter than the first. Perhaps it was nailing those turns, perhaps it was the air and sunshine by that point, but I began feeling better and began enjoying the ride like I usually do.
I worked on target fixation avoidance with pine cones in the road, and I continued to work on tightening up my U-turns. But the ride wasn’t all easy. I tried for the footless stop, but while I watched the speedometer hit the 0, I lost the feel of the R Nine T and stalled the bike. I don’t think Bill realized I wasn’t right behind him until he began his turn in the cul-de-sac and I was quite a bit behind. The stall made me laugh, and I thought if that was the worst thing to happen on this not-feeling-great ride, then I’m getting off easy.
We rode mostly with some U-turn practice sprinkled in. We didn’t go into the hospital lot to practice stops which surprised me a little since it wasn’t too warm of a day, but it didn’t disappoint me. I managed to spot a rabbit watching us approach a turn, but I didn’t see more than two cabbage white butterflies throughout the ride. I think the wind may have been a factor in that. The Canadian goslings are hitting puberty and their rebellious stage, not falling in line as quickly as they did last week. And we watched an osprey hovering in the air as the wind prohibited any forward progress.
The hydrangeas are in spectacular bloom alongside the day lilies. The lovely scent of gardenias mixed in with early blooming mimosa trees and crape myrtles. I’m used to smelling mimosas on hot summer nights, so it is a different experience to smell the pink fluffy blossoms on a comfortably cool day. But a mild summer would make motorcycle riding ideal throughout the summer months. I know it won’t last, but I know I needed this perfect riding day to help me get back my motorcycle mojo, and it did just that.
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