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Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Esom Hill, GA
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It started off a little windy this morning as I sat here at the kitchen table carving a miniature penguin. I was looking out the back window when the phone rang at 8:30. It was my buddy Mike...
"Hey, the roads are dry"
"So, what are you sayin?"
"I was wondering if you were up to it?"
"What's the temp?"
"OK, I'll be there in an hour."
After pulling in with the van, (cause I have my bike parked there now) I took a picture of the bikes outside and we warm them up. It took a few minutes for the skips and wiggles to work out but the rumbled with a sound like no other in the middle of a cold spell.
We set off for the ritual stop at the coffee shop and get the usual remarks... "Aren't you cold" and "Isn't it cold out?". We finish our coffees and head out on the main road towards the outskirts of town. Hitting the edge of town we cross over towards the resevoir. Passing over a few snow drifts in the road was pretty scarey but we made it fine.
After 20 minutes I pull over and needed to walk a bit to get the circulation back in my hands. Jumping back on and feeling warmer we start to rip up the street and get to a dealer that looks open. We pull in and they are closed. Oh well, hit the main road again and wanting to have some fun I rip it up to 80 and tuck down behind the shield. Hah, no wind there. Things are looking better with warm hands and a new refreshed feeling. We get into town and start looking for car alarms. Keeping it in second gear and cranking around the streets proves inneffective. No alarms to be set off but there were some street walkers there that cheered us on as went up Main st.
Back to the coffee shop to laugh off the the last take off. At the last light we both got into drag positions and when the light turns we hit it. I jump up and the rear tire breaks lose and I'm swirving back and forth with the throttle at full as I lean over the bars waiting for the rear tire to catch up. Through the intersectoin I go and hit second and it's grabbing as I pass the sportster. Going into 3rd I always get behind because the 3rd on them larger displacements just works nice. By then we're coming up on traffic and we drop back down to second and start looking for alarms again till we reach the coffee shop.
After another coffee it's back to the garage to wipe them down and I started taking mine apart. A quick look at the neck and finding out the lines to cut for the rake and we're done for the day.
3 hours and 2 coffees later I'm back at the kitchen table. Carving my miniature Penguin like I never left the house. Never skipping a beat or missing a move. Just sitting here with a smile on my face and better attitude towards the world.
You can like all bikes... But you gotta love your Volusia. #005