Alright, so Saturday, the day before Chy's "Chimauga run", I go up to catch a football from crashing out the rear window of my neighbors new truck, come down on the right ankle, and cringing...dumbarse...walk it off, continue to kick football to son. 3 hours later, ankle size of softball, go to doc on Monday, "aircast" for 2 weeks, light duty at work, nothing broken, plenty torn...call in sick Tuesday and Wednesday, go to work Thursday in "aircast", boss sends me back home, can't do "light duty" until approved by HR....Now Friday, still no approval, will go back Tuesday I hope...Union will get 3 sick days back for me...ANYWAY....Said screw it around 1 o'clock today (Friday) which was simply stunning....(83 degrees, blue sky) Took "aircast" off, strapped on boots really tight, hopped on Frog and headed west, toward Birmingham (Alabama) on Highway 78...destination, Leeds, Alabama to see Barber Vintage race park and museum. Took I-20 to Leeds, (One lane for 16 miles), but paid my $10 and took in ALOT of history (You know your old when you see your first bike in a frikkin museum!!!)...simply un believable...well worth the $10...have pics, but beyond my capability to post...Got back on Frog around 4 o'clock, this time took 78 all the way from Leeds, to Villa Rica...about 95 miles or so, was'nt counting, but was loving life...Cotton fields, old mansions, redneck trailers (mobile homes) that had enclosed porches bigger than the trailers themselves...and LOTS of redneck vehicles...One pick up actually had a home made camper on back made of plywood...I really enjoy seeing America on my America, and believe me, on this route, you see ALOT of America!!!! Now dusk, temps dipping into the 60's in the valleys, wishing I had my new leather jacket, but made it back to Hiram just in time for Kimmy's home made soup...
In February, I will have owned Frog for 2 years now..she just rolled over 21,600 miles tonight, and I was thinking that I love that bike just as much today, as the day I bought her, taking comfort in knowing that it was'nt just a passing "fad" or "mid-life crisis"...when I take a sweeping turn to the right at 75 mph, and hear that exhaust bouncing off the pavement in that killer tone, I think how sweet a bike she is, and how glad I am to have her...simply no comparison to any other bike...