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One year ago today I picked up my first motorcycle. A 96 600 VLX. I got a great bike for the right price off of Craig’s List. My first ride was a 40 mile trip started out on a Rural Hwy. and lead to a few Farm to Market Roads and then back into the city. Up to that point my riding experience was a few rides on a dirt bike many moons ago and the few hours I had on the 250’s in my MSC.
A year later and almost 12k miles later I find myself wondering what in the hell took me so long to getting around to actually getting a bike. I can only come to the conclusion that it was inherently in my DNA all along and for some reason or another I had been denying a fundamental part of my being.
I have for the most part been a daily rider since the day I pick up Black Betty. Only a few exceptions of when I need to haul more than I could carry on her and a few snowy/icy days have kept me from the freedom of the open air. I now know why dogs hang their heads out the window.
My travels have taken place during a variety of weather conditions, from the coldest rides at 28° F to the scorching heat of the Texas Summer at temps of 112° F. I have battled gusting winds and pouring rain, yet I still love to hop on the bike and scoot down the road grinning from ear to ear.
Most of my riding has been solo but I have managed to get in a few rides with some buds from work as well as just last weekend attending my first Charity ride. It was cool to be part of the spectacle that 30 bikes cause as we poured thru the little towns on our route.
I have also taken several trips with my Lady riding 2-up and have enjoyed the time together exploring the Texas Country side in search of the Hidden Treasures of local dining spots that we find during our weekend excursions.
Most of what I have experienced I was expecting, but the thing that has taken me by surprise are all of the smells that are negated while riding in a cage. Some of them not so good, but many that are fantastic. From the smell of sage and sweetgrass to the perfume of a beauty passing in the opposite direction to the wafting aroma of someone cooking on their grill, all of which help make a nice ride all the more memorable.
Here to my first year riding, may the rest be as memorable and fun as this past year has been.
A year later and almost 12k miles later I find myself wondering what in the hell took me so long to getting around to actually getting a bike. I can only come to the conclusion that it was inherently in my DNA all along and for some reason or another I had been denying a fundamental part of my being.
I have for the most part been a daily rider since the day I pick up Black Betty. Only a few exceptions of when I need to haul more than I could carry on her and a few snowy/icy days have kept me from the freedom of the open air. I now know why dogs hang their heads out the window.
My travels have taken place during a variety of weather conditions, from the coldest rides at 28° F to the scorching heat of the Texas Summer at temps of 112° F. I have battled gusting winds and pouring rain, yet I still love to hop on the bike and scoot down the road grinning from ear to ear.
Most of my riding has been solo but I have managed to get in a few rides with some buds from work as well as just last weekend attending my first Charity ride. It was cool to be part of the spectacle that 30 bikes cause as we poured thru the little towns on our route.
I have also taken several trips with my Lady riding 2-up and have enjoyed the time together exploring the Texas Country side in search of the Hidden Treasures of local dining spots that we find during our weekend excursions.
Most of what I have experienced I was expecting, but the thing that has taken me by surprise are all of the smells that are negated while riding in a cage. Some of them not so good, but many that are fantastic. From the smell of sage and sweetgrass to the perfume of a beauty passing in the opposite direction to the wafting aroma of someone cooking on their grill, all of which help make a nice ride all the more memorable.
Here to my first year riding, may the rest be as memorable and fun as this past year has been.