Archive | March 2013

Don’t Panic

The Bike resting after its first real work out

The Bike resting after its first real work out

A major victory was won in the warmth of last weekend. My odometer has reached 50 miles so I had met the requirements to leave Terrace Park. I knew the weather in Cincinnati would not remain warm for long so I tried to make the most out of the time I had. My odometer now reads 80 miles just from that quick exploration into the depths of Indian Hill.

This journey really reminded me of the true essence of a motorcyle. They are far more than transportation from point A to point B they are a journey, a quest, an adventure.

Riding through the curves, dips, and drives of Indian Hill brings a feeling that can’t really be described. For once any thoughts on my mind are just left in the dust behind me. All I’m able to focus on is the road ahead of me, the cracks and potholes, puddles and mud patches. All That I can hear is the roar of the engine. The wind whipping against my helmet and shoulders as I fight it to stay on the bike.

Motorcycles are not the loved by everyone. (Moms and Teenage girls seem not to be very big fans of them) But if you have ever ridden a motorcycle it is impossible not to see why there are people like me in the world who love them. It is more than a mode of transportation. It is a passion. It is an experience.


Long Days, Cold Nights

Cincinnati has been buffeted by a snow storm. It did result in a day off school but the after math of the storm will put my riding dreams on hold for awhile.

The problem is that even though it is no longer snowing, it is not warm enough for all the snow to melt so we will be stuck in a state of slush for at least a couple days.

The way the weather in Cincinnati works is that each warm sunny day is followed by at least a week of misery. So if I tell myself I can wait till tomorrow to ride, chances are it will drop below freezing as soon as the thought crosses my mind.

During the snowstorm I considered trying to go for a ride. Then I remembered I’m not that dumb. Simple logic could come to the conclusion that a heavy motorcycle + a not heavy rider + inchs of snow = disaster.

I am going to have to bide my time. The tires currently sit with 35 miles on them. That is more than half way to needed benchmark of 50 miles before I can start the fight for my freedom.

The residual snow left over

The residual snow left over