Kimmie roared to life the other night, yes roared. I could just hear her say, in the petulant voice of a pretty Korean girl..."I need to go further, I need speed. I need the open road. It's been so long since we gone on a long ride!"
Perhaps it's the summer weather but I have gotten tired of the daily commute. I am up for an adventure, I need...no, crave something different. I've been reading blogs like Road Pickle, Riding the Wet Coast and Scoot Commute, I envy their tales of long trips and adventures and just doing something different for a change.
I suppose every rider experiences that need in their life to just keep going, to see what's down the road and around that corner. In our case I've been thinking about a ride to St Augustine. Sue and I visited recently but traveled by car with my family. The idea of taking the bike there has appealed to me for some time. I know that Kimmie will hold a overnight bag without issue, so a weekend trip is within grasp. I feel ready to make such a trip. I suppose given enough time I'll want to travel the country.
Only two issues. I don't have any (unplanned) vacation time left this year, so it needs to be next year. Susan has been using my jacket and back up helmet so we still need to get her proper gear. Plus she is not feeling comfortable behind me.
She has confidence in my ability, but I am a full foot (0.30 m) taller than her. So she sees nothing but the back of my helmet (and I refuse to ride without a helmet). At a little over 200 pounds (90.7 kilos) I'm very good at blocking air flow. So she's hot, with pins in her back from a car accident in her teenage years she needs to sit a certain angle to be comfortable. That may not be possible on the bike. Funny how you learn new things about someone you have been with for a long time. I've a feeling we will be doing more 2-up riding in the fall and winter when the temperatures fall to a much more manageable degree. Now that I'm used to having her back there, I can't imagine riding without her.
Kimmie quotes Keiichi Sisawa in my ear: I would think that a motorrad's purpose in life is to go places isn't it? The traveler's purpose in life is to travel. - from Kino no tabi. "Let's go." she whispers. I turn the throttle and she purrs. I think of Jack Kerouac “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
She whispers, demanding now...."Let's go for a ride"