today i met The Prince of Purple Fashion Passion--he told me in no uncertain terms, "are you a Biker? You look like a Biker." hmmm, must be in the way i walk. though according to Prince Barney, we, "all look alike." oh, so that's what it is. well, i was in northampton, Mass. a very tolerant/diverse town.
headed up rte. 10 from New Haven, Ct. to northampton. with sections of crowded road littered with traffic lights and suburban saturday shoppers to corn fields and tobacco farms; it's cool to see where and how far one road(other than an interstate) can take you. had i started out earlier, there is a good chance i would have followed rte 10 to vermont, just because it's there--and isn't that one of the best reasons to ride?
finally new england had a break in the thick heavy weather of summer and it was dry and cool in the wind. hearing the cool air rumble of the engine, as opposed to the, hot air driven thumpa thumpa, made me long for the riding days of autumn and knowing that NorEast is less than 40 days away made the whole experience even sweeter.
i love this ride. nimble at slow speeds. agile in the sloping turns and super tight twisities and i thrive on the rush of hitting the open slab in 4th gear--not quite red lining at...errr, ummm, let's just say, fast (don't want to bring the speeding ticket demons back out of hiding), and the smooth deceleration to exit ramp speed, followed by a gentle stop and enormous grin.
if i were a kid in school(but a grown up kid--like i am now) and had to write the perennial, "what i did on my summer vacation" essay, today would be the day to write about.
shari
