Last Group Ride?

I carved out time in my usual overloaded weekend schedule to go for a ride with long-term friends from my former motorcycle riding club. The destination was in a lovely setting in the rolling Appalachian mountains on the eastern end of what’s known as the Blue Ridge. This area is in northern Maryland and southern Pennsylvania.

Seven riders, including me, got together for this ride (which ultimately was 166 miles/267km). A sunny and warming day beckoned. However…
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Riding To Go Fishin’

The old phrase says, “if you fall off a horse, you have to get right back on it,” or probably not ride again. That is very true for my husband who stopped driving when he became very ill in 2012. When his health became stable again three years later, he had lost the courage to deal with the bad drivers we have where we live what with their constant inattentiveness (hand-held cell-phone use) and generally horrible, aggressive, awful driving.

With me, while I was frightened last week when a biker rode aggressively to get past me and crashed, it was not I who crashed. But I am a bit nervous about riding again. However today…
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Consequences of Motorcycle Riding Risk-Taking

On Sunday, I was out for a pleasant ride on my Harley. I rode on familiar two-lane, tree-lined, country roads in my home county. So yeah, it’s me — ol’ geezer on his geezer-glide putt-putting away.

I ride in full gear all the time — boots, long pants, DOT-listed helmet, and a protective, well-ventilated ballistic nylon jacket. Usually — I admit when it’s really hot — I can’t wear a jacket. Roasting fatigues and dehydrates me, thus making it unsafe to ride.

So as I was riding along on this pleasantly warm sunny day, I came to a stop light. Two younger guys on motorcycles that they had modified (one with “ape hanger” bars) pulled up behind me. Revved their engines… obvious to me, they wanted to…
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The Year of Riding Solo

Chalking up 2019 as my year of riding my Harley solo. Last year, I left the motorcycle riding club of which I had been a member, officer, and Road Captain for a long time when it lost its identity. That is, new owner/sponsor changed the name of the club to align with the name of his company, which is named after a city where we do not live and not even a state.

What was worse, they promised they wouldn’t change the name, but lied to our face and did it anyway. So I quit.

What is even more worse…
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Dual-Purposed Ride

Some of my regular readers have commented or emailed me to ask why it seems as if I have not been riding my Harley very much. Well… good questions and I appreciate the concern. It is true that my Harley’s saddle has had my butt absent for most of this riding season.

However, once again the weather was promisingly delightful on Saturday with low humidity, lower-than-average temperatures, and a Spouse who knows how I feel, so….
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Bucolic Peaceful Ride

Yesterday dawned brilliantly sunny. Low humidity and no rain forecast for the entire day.

I mentioned the forecast to The Spouse on Thursday, and he said what I hoped to hear, “you should go for a ride on your Harley.”

So I cleared my Saturday schedule of most things… only leaving two essentials…
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Riding My Own Ride

One of the phrases that leaders of safe group motorcycle rides are taught to inform other riders is, “ride your own ride.” That means that if a rider feels uncomfortable with the speed, types of roads, riding style, frequency of turns/sweeps/curves — anything about the ride — the rider should …
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