My bike is parked on the street. There is a large fancy orange shopping bag with something fluffy inside and some green frilly paper and a fake sunflower sticking out bungeed to my back seat.

Overheard from a couple civilian ladies:
“Oh look. He bought a gift for his wife.”
“He must be a good husband.”

LOL! Lots of assumptions there, but yeah, I bought a gift for the wife.

And, if “good husband” means “wants to get laid when he gets home” then yep, I’m a damn good husband!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

In a comfortable room, surrounded by friends, in a friendly town…1400 miles from home…and still she calls.

I should be exhausted…the riding over the last days should be enough. I should be happy to relax.

And still she calls.

There are roads waiting. Miles to burn. Hardships, heat and hazards to endure. A world to enter where life…and death…depend on fractional and precise manipulation of the controls and hyper-awareness of the environment around us and absolutely nothing else.

It’s a simple equation. If the skills are up to the task you get to live another day.

The outcome is not certain to any rational degree…and yes…still the big machine calls.

“Hey boss…it’s time to ride.”

“You got it babe.”

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

Just a few more hours before I’m on vacation and me and The Dragon are free to burn up pretty much whatever roads our passion leads us down.

Not sure why I’m working today…I’m just sitting at my desk making “Vroom Vroom” noises.

I’ll see you on the road…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

New brake rotors for The Dragon. The old ones are WAY beyond their service life…probably should have been changed 50,000 miles ago but they remind me of a quote from Jurassic Park (I think):

“Are they heavy?”
“Yes.”
“Then they’re expensive, put ‘em back.”

Sooo…next weekend…right before I head out for a 3000 mile ride, I guess I’ll rip the front end off my bike. New rotors, new fork seals and bushings, new brake pads of course…

Let’s see:
1) Just before major road trip–check.
2) At least 100 degrees out–check.
3) No time because of work–check.

No problem. Seems a tradition nowadays…

Minor problem…with the rest of the parts…Pierre, the 26 toed polydactyl Hemingway Maine Coon absconded with the box before I could get them all out!

Gonna have to convince him to part with the rest of the parts sometime this week.

Pics of the teardown to come!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer