“Honey, I’m going for a simple ride. I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
And with that, I rolled the motorcycle out of the garage, started the engine for a warmup, put on my riding jacket, helmet and gloves and straddled the bike. Pulling away from the house, through the neighborhood, and out onto the county road to see where it might lead me. It’s just a simple ride.
What constitutes a simple ride? Around the block? To the store and back? Thirty minutes of country back roads? What does it mean? To me? To you? Lots of questions about a simple ride.
What do you expect to feel when you ride? Exhilaration? Adrenaline rush? Do you push yourself and the motorcycle to reach these sensations? Speeding down the highway flat out, or cruising through the curves with twists and turns and white knuckles? Hearing the roar of the engine with rapid acceleration? Or, are you looking for something else?
The county road flows through the countryside like a river of asphalt. Blue sky above, leafless trees ready for Spring and starting to bud out. There is no other traffic. It’s just me on the motorcycle on the road, rolling along at a moderate pace. The road twists and turns into the valley to follow along the river lined with trees. The sun shines down, casting shadows of trees on the pavement. Music only in my head seems to create a music video, perhaps a piano solo or maybe a guitar. It’s euphoric.
There is a Zen quality to a simple ride. To be a part of the environment. To sense the presence of something bigger than myself. To feel a part of that harmony that we are connected. For we are.
A simple ride? There’s nothing really simple about it.
The weather has improved rather dramatically, and the motorcycles are out and about. I was one of them.
It’s hard to ignore 50+ degree weather and a little time to ride. So, I quickly planned a route, and fired up the V-Strom. Two hours later, I had a big smile on my face. I have so missed motorcycling over the past few months.
I went to my favorite motorcycle dealership, Clinton County Motorsports, to wish friends a “Merry Christmas.” And, I was hoping to see the new Polaris Slingshot. And there it was, right inside the door surrounded by display material enough to fill a Christmas stocking and then some.
Immediately, the vehicle strikes you as awesome sexy, like something Batman would be driving. It’s nearly 79 inches wide—wider than my Highlander. Wider than a Corvette, according to Jason, one of the sales people.
There’s a trick to getting into it. The steep sides and cavernous foot wells, make for an interesting entry and exit, which would definitely be easier for someone who is regularly practicing Yoga. It will take longer for “old guys.” The key is to slide the seat all the way back and step in with both feet before sitting down and sliding the seat forward to reach the controls. A reverse procedure will get you out.
According to Brad Copsey, CCM sales manager, they have sold or taken deposits on seven units. Four are on the road and three are with deposits including this one on the floor. It’s starting off as a hot seller.
Also on the floor, a 2015 Suzuki V-Strom 650. Now, that’s more my style.
My wife asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I haven’t said anything yet!
After an early-morning coffee stop, I decided to take the long way home, a jaunt through the countryside. Riding along, I was looking for some kind of photo op to document the ride. I think this is quite representative of the ride.