Anyhow...long story short I'm helping him get used to things in an area of work we call the "fish tank." He mentions he rides. He mentions he rides a Honda NC700 model (frankly I don't remember which particular model) which he just bought new. Out to the parking lot we go!
|Thanks to Honda for the picture.|
We talked fuel economy, we talked about the Duel Clutch Transmission - his bike has just the standard gearing. We talked about me jumping on the bike and riding it around the empty parking lot.
An offer I appreciated but refused, telling him briefly about my two accidents and gently declined his offer. He offered again.
Long story short I think I found a riding partner. As we chatted he thinks the way I do about bikes. If you own it you ride it, and the conditions really should not matter. We chatted about other things and I realized that for a guy 20 years younger than me he got his head on straight...and is a how of a lot smarter than I was at that age.
On the way home I found myself saying..."I really love my bike." I really love the joy of motorcycling. We chatted briefly about taking the bikes out one Saturday (if I ever have a Saturday off) and riding with some friends. "They, sadly, all ride Harley's." He just smiled. "Then we show them what our bikes can do." He said.
So plans were hatched. I've been wanting to ride with my buddy Dave for a while now. I know he is like me to, busy as hell but willing to go on a ride. Craig, another Harley rider, is new to the area but has been a friend of my girlfriends for years. A friend of his, Bill, lives in the same town as Mr. C. Suddenly going places again seems within reach.
Motorcycleroads.com lists a nice short ride near where they lived called Citrus County 476. It may be worth exploring.
The fact that I'm even thinking about this is doing my heart some good. While I may never have that same fire I felt for riding before, it's good to know that the spark is there. It's good to feel desire again.