Risking the Ride

All week the forecast had been for rain from Tuesday through Sunday. However, no rain came on Tuesday or Wednesday, or Thursday, but it did arrive on Friday. Bill was hopeful; the weather app on his phone showed rain arriving in the afternoon, so we packed up and headed over to the garage to get the motorcycles.

I actually was half-hoping for rain; I had a tough week, feeling dizzy and fatigued, so missing the ride due to rain seemed like a good idea. But the rain held off and I had to make the decision to ride or not. I chose to risk the ride because I felt I could handle a short ride with not too much slow-speed drills that might be cut shorter if the skies opened up. Instead, after a few little spitting drops as we headed out, the sun made an appearance and kept everything dry for our ride.

I had an early wake-up during our first U-turns. We’d pulled into a cul-de-sac to let the neighborhood golf cart drive out of our path, so it was a little unexpected. I took the turns soft and wide at first but felt the R Nine T jugger under me. I realized I was still in second gear during my U-turns and my motorcycle was letting me know it put up with my goof but wasn’t happy with me.

I realized that since I had made the decision to ride, I needed to commit to the ride. What I mean is, I had to focus on the ride: on the motorcycle, on my environment, on the road around me. It’s paradoxical, but while motorcycle riding does demand focus and full attention, it provides an endorphin push and contentment that both relaxes and uplifts my spirit. I risked the ride because I needed that lift, so I had to pay the price and give my ride the attention it requires.

That little missed shift was the only blip in the ride. As the sun came out, I spotted a clouded sulphur butterfly out risking the rain too. As we headed toward the large church lot, I spotted an osprey circling above, and the osprey stayed with us as we did our figure eights before the crows chased it away.

I noticed bags of leaves already sitting on the curb for pickup as well as larger deposits of leaves along the road. The trees are still staying greener except the cherry trees. They have almost turned over half their leaves, and I’ve even seen several almost denuded of their leaves. Summer has definitely left us behind; I will try and get some more sleep during the week so I don’t have to risk the ride but I am ready for the ride.

orange cherry tree leaves — Photo by Murat Halu0131cu0131 on Pexels.com

Last Ride of the Summer 2025

Leaving work on Thursday afternoon, heading to my car, I spotted a butterfly fluttering in front of me. The butterfly then landed on the sidewalk about six feet in front of me. I moved a little closer hoping to get a photo, but the butterfly took off. He then settled on the sidewalk right in front of me! Better yet, he just sat there at my feet while I took out my phone, gently squatted down, and snapped several photos. He seemed willing to stay there if I was, perhaps drying out his wings after the rain and dampness of the past few days. Of course, I couldn’t just stand there forever, so after getting my pictures (see below), I headed to my car and the common buckeye butterfly flew off to find some flowers.

I include this little encounter because it brought such a feeling of joy, and joy is what I feel when I’m riding my motorcycle. Even when I’m not feeling that great, once I roll on the throttle and take off, I feel immensely better. I also noted during today’s ride that I feel stronger on my R Nine T. A month or so back, I mentioned coming up with a rear brake trick for helping me keep the motorcycle up on the steep camber of the road (see Gift of a Day). I mentioned my trick to Bill, but he pointed out that I should rely on my legs to control the bike. So I’ve been working on that, and on today’s takeoff, I was fully able to maintain the motorcycle on the incline and check the road for clearance.

I also feel my strength as I work on my tight U-turns. I tense up my abdominal core as I pull the motorcycle around tighter, feeling the momentum of the bike and adding or decreasing speed as needed. And of course, I am constantly working my grip as I control the clutch and front brake. The rest of my Saturday workout includes hauling the riding gear in and out of the car, up the steep driveway, and just moving around when fully geared up.

Riding my motorcycle is more fun than visiting the gym. Both are good for me, but I have better luck spotting butterflies on my ride than when I’m inside the gym. It took a while, but I finally spotted a monarch among some flowers halfway into the ride. And, just as I thought I wasn’t going to see any more, a little cabbage white butterfly fluttered into view. I spotted one more monarch among the lantana again, and the large tiger swallowtail fluttered up to the house as I was packing up my gear.

During today’s ride, though, Bill and I weren’t the only ones out cruising. For a brief moment, a Harley rider joined up on our route, qualifying us as a motorcycle gang. We also saw a 1969 Pontiac GTX in its original blue cruising around nearly the same route we took. It was a beautiful car, clearly well-cared for, and it made for one more enjoyable aspect of this wonderful last ride of this summer.

common buckeye butterfly with brown, white and orange markings

A Simply Wonderful Ride

After a few days of drizzly rain, Friday and Saturday gave us bright sunshine and dry roads with cool temperatures. Our ride was in the low 70s, and Bill and I weren’t the only motorcyclists out enjoying the day.

Our ride was a mix of slow-speed drills and cruising. I remembered to work on my speed into corners without relying on the Rocket’s brake lights to cue me. Perhaps because I rode on my own last week, it wasn’t difficult. I also found my on-street U-turns easy today even when I thought I started to far in on the road. As I came around tightening my turn, I felt a moment of near-stoppage but with the R Nine T balancing. I may be spoiled with my boxer engine and have difficulty balancing on another motorcycle.

We met up with several gaggles of Canadian geese, two groups of whom were trying to cross the street in front of us. The gaggles are larger and the birds seem to be feeding quite a bit. Energy for more migration efforts or adding fat for the upcoming winter I guess. I only spotted on monarch butterfly among the fading blooms, and I realized that I need to enjoy each butterfly I spot over these next few rides.

I must admit I didn’t start riding motorcycles as a means to become a butterfly watcher, but I do think I have the most fun way of watching them. Now, as the leaves begin falling, I find myself watching each movement; most of what is moving are leaves spiraling down out of the trees. But I always look twice just in case it is a butterfly. And I will be out riding next weekend looking for a few more butterflies on the last ride of this summer.

Far Side by Gary Larson cartoon where a group of ink drawn butterflies are flying carrying a large net to trap the butterfly hunter. — I saw this and laughed and thought of you, Readers. I’m glad I don’t “hunt” butterflies in the traditional way.

Summer’s Last Gasp

Just over two weeks until the autumnal equinox, so summer decided to return in force. Sunny skies with highs in the low 90s made for another sweaty ride. I’ve definitely been spoiled the past few weekends and next weekend marks a return to the 70s, so I can’t complain. Besides, there was cool air in the breeze that was blowing, hinting at the cooler air arriving Sunday.

It was a solo ride, and I enjoyed the opportunity to learn where I’ve let some bad habits creep in following behind Bill. I have been working on looking up the road for potential problems, so I felt good about my attention and road awareness. What I learned during my motorcycle ride is that I’ve been relying on Bill ahead of me to make speed adjustments into the corners. I entered a few corners a little too fast, but I was able to adjust and trail brake through the corners to a more appropriate speed. It was a good lesson for me, and it revealed yet another way I’ve over-relied on Bill in the lead.

I was lucky in that the traffic was light, which made my cruising around easy. Since I was on my own, I went up the curvy road and even took a turn in the historic house gravel lot. I’m feeling a little shaky on the gravel, and I wonder if that’s because I’m more aware of the tire slippage. I later rode onto the other gravel lot to give myself more practice.

Due to the heat, I kept moving, zooming up the fast road several times to cool off. I really didn’t feel how sweaty I got until I was heading back to the garage. I raised up my left arm to catch the breeze and felt my Alpinestar jacket adhere to my back. I was going to opt out of the extra jacket, but since I was out on my own, I felt the extra safety was better than a little coolness.

With the return of the summer temperatures, I saw plenty of butterflies. The first was a banded hairstreak. I did get to see two cabbage whites, and I saw what was either a spicebush swallowtail or a tiger swallowtail that was black with a yellow band and the base of the wings. I did see one monarch, but I didn’t get to see the emergence from the chrysalis. I was checking every morning and afternoon on the cocoon, but somewhere between my leaving for work Thursday morning and my arrival home, the monarch had emerged. As I walked toward the house a little disappointed, a monarch drifted across the front yard, and I amused myself with the thought that it was “my” butterfly.

I was glad to see so many butterflies as I missed having Bill along for the ride. Next week, he’ll be back, the weather will cool, and I probably won’t see as many butterflies. But I will see more leaves changing, feel more cool air, and enjoy more motorcycle riding.

husk from butterfly cocoon on fennel plant — The remnants of the cocoon.