I have been now living in Ohio for twenty-nine months, and I am now just starting to find a rhythm. You may say about time, and I agree. There have been many changes, in the last few months, yet most importantly what remains intact is the passion for the sport, Sport Touring. Thus, I am looking forward to a new year, new Moto season and a new found soloist lifestyle. Let's Ride.
I started this season by attending the American Motorcyclist Association (AMA) Motorcycle Hall of Fame Bike Nite. If you have never been to it, I highly recommend it. It is a chance to see a diverse number of old, new, interesting machinery and their jockeys. It is probably one of the few times that I am amongst the tribe, as you already know I usually ride on my own. We all must go home sometime and this sometimes feels as a temporary homecoming.
The day was cloudy and cool with noticeable wind disturbance, not a bad day to enjoy the tarmac. It was the first time taking Ibex out for the season. A time to awaken muscle memory and rewire neurons. After almost five months without riding Ibex feels like riding a cow, awkward and far from intuitive. It will be a few more hundred miles before one reaches that stage where it all feels effortless. Where riding becomes as easy as walking, when the mind and engine sync and one can ride unobstructed by frivolous thoughts. I'm a Tarmac Surfer and this is my reality, exponentially beautiful reality.
An impressive Moto with Bonafide touring credentials
A Vintage Ducati
An oversize Trooper Hog
A unique steed for those with eccentric tendencies