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Its been a long late Summer.
I wonder: what really did I do with my summer? What made it summer? Was it the swimming? Well, yes there were some memorable wet times. And the warm... there is so much warm air in the summer. It gets opressive though, the warm air. After a while the damp musty smell of summer becomes linear almost ripe and vulgar. It holds so many smells that it smells like nothing at all. Then it gets cold. It becomes Fall.
I love the Fall here in New England. The roads are less crowded. The air is crisp and fresh with bands of fragrance like colored stripes across the road. It's candy for the soul.
My Gold Wing buddy asked if I wasn't going to put a Windjammer on the bike. I have a nice Jammer IV and a collection of mounts. I've got a couple of radio pods and even extra wiring harnesses. It would be a sinch to set up my 78 GS 1000 E with the wind protective bubble of a fairing and comfort zone of my own music but...
I love the Fall. I love the (realitively) bug free spaces. I love the turning corn and it's sweet perfume. I love the liquor scent of apple orchards. I love the dip and dive through the frosty then foggy then frosty pools of air that hang above and below the ridges I drive.
There is no bulk, no luggage, no unwelcome commitment to riding my (mostly) naked GS through my world. The air, the marvelous Fall air flows gracefully by my body, visiting for a moment then leaving... always telling me EXactly where I am.
Truely this is me. You can't put a price on this kind of happiness.
I wonder: what really did I do with my summer? What made it summer? Was it the swimming? Well, yes there were some memorable wet times. And the warm... there is so much warm air in the summer. It gets opressive though, the warm air. After a while the damp musty smell of summer becomes linear almost ripe and vulgar. It holds so many smells that it smells like nothing at all. Then it gets cold. It becomes Fall.
I love the Fall here in New England. The roads are less crowded. The air is crisp and fresh with bands of fragrance like colored stripes across the road. It's candy for the soul.
My Gold Wing buddy asked if I wasn't going to put a Windjammer on the bike. I have a nice Jammer IV and a collection of mounts. I've got a couple of radio pods and even extra wiring harnesses. It would be a sinch to set up my 78 GS 1000 E with the wind protective bubble of a fairing and comfort zone of my own music but...
I love the Fall. I love the (realitively) bug free spaces. I love the turning corn and it's sweet perfume. I love the liquor scent of apple orchards. I love the dip and dive through the frosty then foggy then frosty pools of air that hang above and below the ridges I drive.
There is no bulk, no luggage, no unwelcome commitment to riding my (mostly) naked GS through my world. The air, the marvelous Fall air flows gracefully by my body, visiting for a moment then leaving... always telling me EXactly where I am.
Truely this is me. You can't put a price on this kind of happiness.
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