Sojourn Chronicles
After much conversation, research and consideration, I bought a new motorcycle last Thursday.
It’s a 2019 Moto Guzzi V7iii Special. Old school with modern technology.
I will be writing more about this and how it came to be, but for now, let’s ride.
See you on the highway.
Brent
It was one of those mornings I wanted to go for a motorcycle ride, but just was not passionate about it. For that reason, I decided maybe it should be a longer ride. A longer ride to the Ohio River.
What is it about rivers that draws us. Is it the water’s edge? The sound of waves breaking on the shore? The smell of a river, and that can be good or bad? The sound of laugher of people enjoying the environs?
I don’t know. It just seems to make a difference, a calming effect. I could spend hours just gazing at the water, and all that it encompasses, flowing onward and eventually to the sea.
Shall we gather at the river?
Be well. Stay safe. See you on the highway.
Brent
We have been self quarantined since March 13. That’s 8+ weeks. We are managing nicely and getting along just fine. But, I am ready to ride. Not just a short one, but a long, overnight travel on the motorcycle.
I have managed short rides just to get out of the house. An hour or so. Around the block. The big block. And those rides have me dreaming about the bigger ones.
Several overnight trips were on my calendar. That is, until this coronavirus came along and tossed my calendar into the garbage. Perhaps one or two can still be salvaged. It all depends upon travel conditions. What will be open? What closed? Facilities and accommodations.
Every time I take one of the bikes out for one of those get-out-of-the-house, short rides, I think just a few more miles before I turn towards home. And then, I return home refreshed.
Are you getting in any riding?
See you on the highway.
Brent
Every new year, it’s like a race to get the first ride of the year onto the books. This year, it was January 1.
See you on the highway.
Brent
It’s Easter. He is risen and all things are new again.
There is something about a motorcycle ride in Spring when the trees are turning from empty to green with early leaves and buds. The roads with no center line or any paint markings are a joy to ride. To explore. Occassionally, a beautiful red bud tree shows its shade of red among the green giving a wonderful contrast of those country roads.
Oh the joy of a springtime ride.
See you on the highway.
Brent