Saturday it was overcast and windy just north of Atlanta where I
live. They were predicting rain as the tropical storm was moving up
from Florida. What the hell, I thought, the wife and son were gone
and I couldn't do yard work - after all it was going to rain - so I
packed my rain suit and took off for the North Georgia mountains. I
guess the threat of weather scared everybody off because I had the
roads to myself. It was windy and in the 70s with no rain. Perfect
riding weather.
I stopped for lunch at a little place in the mountains, and as I was
leaving, a group of 10 or so riders asked me to take their picture.
They were young, old, men, women, and had every conceivable kind of
bike there was. There were Harleys, BMWs, sport bikes, dual sports,
you name it. The one thing they had in common was they were really
enjoying themselves.
That got me thinking about my riding. My usual group has a wide
variety of bikes and I've ridden most of them, but after riding a
$20,000+ BMW, I'm content to get back on my 13 year old Nighthawk.
After all, it's not the bike, it's the ride that matters.
--
Lew