Gotta admit, I went to bed wondering whether the entire scootering/motorcycling/PTW thing was a huge mistake, or whether I'd had my fun and now it was time to grow up and move on.
Blame it on a combination of too much time reading accident reports on this board, having a really wet, cold ride in the afternoon, in which, I swear, I drove smack into
one of the only two rain clouds for hundreds of miles (coulda swore it was moving in the other direction!), and then into the other on the way home...utterly soaked...and then watching the quite excellent (and sobering) "Road" (stream it on Netflix!) before bed last night.
And so, of course, I had the most sublime, dialed in, beautiful ride today. It's one of those springs that just seems to amp up its beauty each day, until you think it can't possibly get better, and then, of course, the next week is even greener, more redolent, vibrant, alive....
Once again, after all the rain I knew the gravel would be compacted and dustless, and so it was, and so I got a good 30 of my 100 miles away from everything but dirt and sky and tractors.
BTW, the Cannonball folks will be driving past the bridge, below....
2,000 miles in two months -- what I told my insurance agent I'd ride over the entire year -- and it's not even summer yet. Down side is my rear Heidenau K58 is nearly worn out!