Scooting through the countryside

My wife asked, “Where did you ride to?”

I answered, “Waynesville, but I was zigging and zagging to get there and back.” You know, the long way around.

As I was zigging and zagging on those country roads, I noticed the gliders soaring above. There is an active soaring club in our area, the Caesar Creek Soaring Club. It’s on one of those country roads that I often ride down. So, I stopped to observe. They were getting ready for a launch.

In my opinion, there is some shared euphoria in flying and motorcycling. It’s the unbound freedom that one feels.

My flying days may be over, but not my motorcycling.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Ride to Blanchester

With the temps at 90, I decided to create my own breeze. Rode to Blanchester, OH, where I spotted a photo opportunity.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Fishing before the rain

The forecast was rain and thunderstorms for the day. It looked like we might be able to have an hour of fishing before the rain came, so our Buckeye Veterans Fly Fishing group had a plan.

The forecast must have scared off a few, because it was only two of us fishing. In that hour, we must have caught 12 to 15 blue gills and one big bass got away.

The thunder was getting closer, and drops were on the pond surface as we quickly headed back to the cars. The walk was long enough for both of to get a little soaked, as the rain intensified. Once in the cars, the heavy rain definitely moved in, but we were safe.

We said our goodbyes and headed to our respective homes.

See you on the water.

Brent