Taking the long way home

I have been meeting my buddy, Jim, for coffee on Wednesday morning since 2008. Eighteen years. Meet for coffee then head home. We used to meet on the motorcycles and then ride out for breakfast, but we have not done that in years. Our thirdsome passed away last year, and Jim stopped riding a year or so ago. I alone still ride.

When the weather permits, I will still ride to coffee. Every now and then, I decide to take the long way home, and today was one of those days.

The weather has been incredibleyhot and humid lately. The afternoons are miserable, even on a motorcycle where you’re making your own breeze. Mornings have been better, and even pleasant.

So, after coffee, I took the long way home. It was perfect.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Sometimes you just need helmet time

There comes those moments when you need to get out of the house, or away from work for a bit of time. To think things over. To relax. To just get out. That’s a good time to get some helmet time. Choose your wheels and go.

You may feel like you’ve run into a roadblock, or even a dead end, but there are always options. You just need to figure them out. A detour may lead to a better road. In the process, you might find some thing interesting.

There’s nothing like a little helmet time to clear the mind.

See you on the highway.

Brent

Sunday afternoon motorcycle ride

Hot and humid. Of course, it’s time for a motorcycle ride.

The area around where I live is wonderful for riding. The Ohio River Valley has created these hills with curvy roads. There are plenty of backroads with no lines–no center lines, no edge lines. And they often cross these small streams that inspire one to stop and take a look.

Continuing on along the Little Miami River, I turned east at Corwin and passed the Miami Cemetery. Very park-like, the cemetery association was organized in 1867. I turned in to find a very large WWII Tank and a grave section devoted to the area’s soldiers.

I took a moment to peruse the graves from WWI, WWII, Korea and Vietnam. It was very nicely done. I took one last moment to stand at attention and salute my brothers and sisters in arms. As an Army Vietnam Veteran myself, it seemed like the right thing to do.

The rest of the ride was towards home, just cruising along on my Moto Guzzi V7 Sport.

See you on the highway.

Brent