Yesterday, Sunday, I paid my regular visit to SSgt Brian Joiner, USAF. He was the son of a work friend of mine, who passed away while serving in the US Air Force in 2009.
It's always sobering to see the seemingly endless rows of headstones at Fort Logan National Cemetery. I visited briefly with Brian and then headed home after taking a slow ride through the cemetery's roads.
Sunday was also the 10th anniversary of the first time I threw a leg over a motorcycle and started learning how to ride one properly.
The original intent and thought had been the cliched "save money commuting". We all know that didn't happen. :) Proper riding gear, repairs on one's motorcycles, tires and gas....they all add up.
It's been a mostly wonderful journey, with changing goals and routes, surprising and great friendships with folks I met along the way, a broadening of one's mind, a great deal of wrenching knowledge gained and the traveling and discoveries of my own state, other parts of the USA and other countries!
There's been a few miles covered while on motorcycles, over 181K miles at the end of last year, and I've become a sidecarist along the way. Talk about that being an unforeseen result! It's funny how a sidecar rig becomes the preferred conveyance, though I have a perfectly working two-wheeled moto in Brigitta, my '87 R80 Beemer. Poor thing almost never goes out now.
When I ride Brigitta, it's exactly like Jack Riepe described it: "Closest thing to flying while still touching the ground". She's not the fastest out there, far from it, but for me with my sidecar rig senses, she's plenty fast and maneuverable!
As I pass the ten year mark though, I'll admit that riding a motorcycle is no longer the "prozac on wheels" that Martha used to describe it as. Not sure what happened but the excitement and eagerness to ride is no longer there. This is reflected by the steadily declining total miles ridden each year, which started in the low 20K miles range to last year's pitiful 11.5K miles total. Having a job which allows me to work from home hasn't helped rack up the miles either.
"Prozac on Wheels" and its present lack aside, I remain a motorcycle rider. Rider/Motorcyclist, not biker, thank you very much. The term Biker, when applied to what I do, irks me to no end. Ich Bin ein Motorcyclist!
I've gone from one motorcycle to presently two sidecar rigs and one two-wheeled motorcycle. I've ridden a small cruiser (Gretl, my first motorcycle) and a sports tourer (Maria); airheads and sidecars (gone through five so far). There's even a 125cc Scooter in the barn but that's Martha's ride. Stewie, the scooter, spends a lot of time garaged along with Brigitta.
Here's a video of selected pictures of the last ten years.....I hope you like it.
I plan on adding some more countries to the list of countries where I've ridden either on two or three wheels....stay tuned!