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took myself out to dinner tonight
It wasn't strictly my intention, but what the hell -- I was out and I was hungry.

I really went out just to get a ride in. I needed the air, and I needed to get out of the house. So I went and filled up the bike's tank (I rode 97.5 miles and only needed 1.5 gallons of gas. BOOYAH.) and headed out. I wasn't going to get up on the highway, but I wanted the speed to help shed some heat from my body (have I mentioned my deep and abiding love for my mesh jacket?), so up I go.

I would like to take this opportunity to remind myself that perhaps I should fix low blood sugar before I ride, as while I was not inattentive, I was not as on top of things as I could have been. They've changed the offramp for the mall at Exit 1 off 93N, for example, and instead of it being a fairly flat curve, now it decidedly is not, and I was not mentally ready for it. Obviously I adapted, but it wasn't as much fun as it should have been; I was too easily distracted.

That being said, I decided that my best bet for a meal that wouldn't be too bad for me or too crowded was the 99, so I scooted in and had a salad and a bowl of pasta and soaked up the air-conditioned goodness.

The ride home was lovely, though. My blood sugar was all set, and it was starting towards twilight, so the air was cooling off, and the road was still kind of warm... You know the coolest thing about a motorcycle as opposed to a car? Even with the windows down, in a car you don't get the smells.

Now, this isn't always the best thing ever. Occasionally, you will need to ride past a farm that raises livestock of some sort (pigs are worse than cows, if you were wondering). But when there's no livestock around, and all you can smell is the lushness of the green growing things, and the wet areas around brooks... Damn. That's worth the price of admission. That's when the tension leaches out. That's when you know that you are the luckiest person on the planet, that you get to do this whenever you want and all those poor suckers in the cages just wish they were you. (And if you actually don't, don't tell me. Let me have my little illusion while I can.)

i feel: content content

1 trip or shoot the rapids
albreda From: albreda Date: June 4th, 2008 12:46 pm (UTC) (base camp)
And she's a poet, too, folks! Great descriptions!!!
1 trip or shoot the rapids