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Well, My morning started off splendidly. I awake this morning to my boss calling me asking me where I was...Its 915, im 15 minutes late. Im off today, I told you I had a DRs appt today and you changed the schedule for me.
"ohhhh well I must have misunderstood you...i have you off tomorrow morning"
SON OF A....needles to say, i didnt go to the Doctor today.
So, I scamper about trying to get myself awake, dressed, toss some coffee down my neck, slap myself silly, and out the door I went. She couldnt stay for me, she was selling her house today, so I HAD to go. Doctor appt be damned! This has become a bit of a ritual at my job. She F-CKS up, I cover her ass...I am getting a little tired of it.
I get my gear on, head out the bike. Damn its chilly. Good thing I got that new face cover and Thinsulate gauntlet style gloves...
Fire up that ES, man it sounds sweet...makes me glad I woke up every morning, and I head off down the road. I get on the interstate and feel that she's sufficiantly warmed up, and wack that new 1/4 turn throttle i installed and she comes to life, the Supertrapp howling like a banshee on a dark night in Blarney land...2nd, 3rd, 4th...i pass 90mph and cross that barrier where time starts to slow down around you and things become blurry...finally, just after cracking into 5th gear, I back off the throttle a little...What a wake up call!!
Down the highway I go, pressing a bit as I know that SHE is waiting on me to get there... No staties to be seen, so the bike doesnt see much less than 85 the whole way. She loves it.. the motor thrumming along happily, the howl of the pipe with that slight Doppler effect, where I hear it, but depending on the wind direction, the tone changes just a bit... Its gonna be an ok day after all.
The trip on the highway is simply much too short. I am 20 miles from home already, its been less than 15 minutes. Damn. I get off the highway and head into Springboro. The sun is bright and the temp is starting to come up a bit. Gonna be a nice day.
Traffic, Springboro is always full of traffic...grrrr. Up ahead, the light changed to yellow, the guy in front of me slows to turn right, but I am close to the "no turning back point" so I head thru the intersection. Then I see him. Some bumpkin kid in a jacked up Ford starts to turn left. My eyes immediately look for my escape route, gauging his turning speed, do i go around back of him, or try to cut out in front of him? Neither, he stops dead.... eyes wide as saucers...****, this is not gonna be fun.... Alternating, front and back brake, I need to work on these damn things crosses my mind instantly...too much rear, she locks up, ass end swings around. Foot off the brake, touch of throttle, she comes back...front brake front brake....I skirt the front of his bumper and into the clear....Heart rate is up, but im not as shakey as I thought I should be...Good thing? Bad thing?? Who cares, Im still upright, and so is my ES. Thats all that matters.....on to work...
"ohhhh well I must have misunderstood you...i have you off tomorrow morning"
SON OF A....needles to say, i didnt go to the Doctor today.
So, I scamper about trying to get myself awake, dressed, toss some coffee down my neck, slap myself silly, and out the door I went. She couldnt stay for me, she was selling her house today, so I HAD to go. Doctor appt be damned! This has become a bit of a ritual at my job. She F-CKS up, I cover her ass...I am getting a little tired of it.
I get my gear on, head out the bike. Damn its chilly. Good thing I got that new face cover and Thinsulate gauntlet style gloves...
Fire up that ES, man it sounds sweet...makes me glad I woke up every morning, and I head off down the road. I get on the interstate and feel that she's sufficiantly warmed up, and wack that new 1/4 turn throttle i installed and she comes to life, the Supertrapp howling like a banshee on a dark night in Blarney land...2nd, 3rd, 4th...i pass 90mph and cross that barrier where time starts to slow down around you and things become blurry...finally, just after cracking into 5th gear, I back off the throttle a little...What a wake up call!!
Down the highway I go, pressing a bit as I know that SHE is waiting on me to get there... No staties to be seen, so the bike doesnt see much less than 85 the whole way. She loves it.. the motor thrumming along happily, the howl of the pipe with that slight Doppler effect, where I hear it, but depending on the wind direction, the tone changes just a bit... Its gonna be an ok day after all.
The trip on the highway is simply much too short. I am 20 miles from home already, its been less than 15 minutes. Damn. I get off the highway and head into Springboro. The sun is bright and the temp is starting to come up a bit. Gonna be a nice day.
Traffic, Springboro is always full of traffic...grrrr. Up ahead, the light changed to yellow, the guy in front of me slows to turn right, but I am close to the "no turning back point" so I head thru the intersection. Then I see him. Some bumpkin kid in a jacked up Ford starts to turn left. My eyes immediately look for my escape route, gauging his turning speed, do i go around back of him, or try to cut out in front of him? Neither, he stops dead.... eyes wide as saucers...****, this is not gonna be fun.... Alternating, front and back brake, I need to work on these damn things crosses my mind instantly...too much rear, she locks up, ass end swings around. Foot off the brake, touch of throttle, she comes back...front brake front brake....I skirt the front of his bumper and into the clear....Heart rate is up, but im not as shakey as I thought I should be...Good thing? Bad thing?? Who cares, Im still upright, and so is my ES. Thats all that matters.....on to work...
(and I'm glad you survived your commute!)
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