So, some riding around the mountains, a bunch of wrenching, some really good eating.
The city blocked off downtown last (Wednesday) night and we had a police escort to the area. A couple hundred bikes made the run. Not bad for a Wednesday. Most riders will be in on Saturday. They had hamburgers grilling, some free iced cream, etc. All in all, a nice welcome, even though downtown Johnson City has suffered the same fate as many small and mid-sized downtowns. Lots of empty. Lots of closed.
Today I pulled the complete rear end off “The Dragon” as a tech session. Down to the guts. Shocks, rear tire, rear drive pumpkin, driveshaft, pinion joint. Inspected all and talked about and pointed out the possible pitfalls and how the simple maintenance can keep it all in perfect shape despite the abuse I can dish out. Really good session. May have been as many as 45 people attending. Lots of good questions. Folks learned a lot.
Some showed up to learn, others may have just wanted to see some masochist pull his bike half-in-two with minimal tools and parts, a thousand miles from home.
Yeah, I’ve got some confidence in my skills.
Had a pizza tonight. Sort of. Hole in the wall place. Ricotta cheese based. Fresh tomato, basil, black olives, a bit of feta, and some roasted garlic cloves. All on a cracker thin, crisp crust. Very tasty.
After a long day of wrenching, topping it off with about a gallon of excellent iced tea was just what this Texas boy required.
It’s been a good time.
We may have had two riders go down on the Snake today. Not sure yet. The word is no serious injuries. Damn I hope they’re okay. There’s a bunch of us here though, so info is sketchy at the moment. I’ll know more tomorrow. If we did have a couple down…then that road rears up and bites hard. The folks here early are not your casual bike jockeys. May the folks be fine and the bikes ready for more.
“The Snake” is the run I’m hitting in the morning.
As usual, missing the wife. Parts of the soul demand the ride. Others parts demand other things. All the parts must be satisfied or the health of the whole is at risk. Some is darkly male and completely predictable, but not all. What and how to feed it has been a 30-year quest.
A wanderer’s soul is a pesky thing.
Passion as principle. It’s a defining…and deceptively simple statement. It’s mine. A moment’s thought and some life-experience will give some idea of the pursuit required.
The costs are irrelevant. It’s worth the efforts. A man with no soul is a scary thing to behold. I’ve met a few. That’s a point I will never reach.
Ya’ll be safe. If you can’t be safe, at least be fun.
I’ll see you on the road.