Springtime is a rider’s dream time here in Florida.
The weather is so spectacularly perfect for motorcycle riding. It’s becoming comfortably warm, without the intense heat and humidity of summer. It’s clear and dry. It’s just beautiful. If I still had a bike, I guarantee you I would have been all over Central Florida on that thing today.
I haven’t had a bike since the early part of ’09. Financial difficulties (my own and someone close to me) forced me to liquidate it at a very fire sale price. I regret losing her, but it is what it is. We do what we must in times of need. I’ve had motorcycles off and on all my adult life. I definitely intend to have one again one day… soon, hopefully.
When that spring day arrives again that I actually have a bike, I’ll get up bright and early on that Sunday morning and dress in my jeans, boots, and leathers and head out to my workshop to back that bike out and get her started. I’ll ride her on out of the backyard and onto my driveway, where I’ll sit for a minute fastening my helmet strap and adjusting the sun glasses on my nose.
I’ll pull that clutch in and tap her down into 1st gear. I’ll look both ways down my street and ease that clutch out while giving her a bit of throttle. I’ll ride her through the south part of town till I get to Highway 41 South, at which point, I’ll take a deep lung full of fresh springtime morning air and boost her up to about 65mph or so.
I’ll cruise all the way down to Bradenton, FL and then cut over and make my way home on Highway 301 North. I’ll roll into my driveway and on into the backyard sometime after 1PM or so. After rolling the girl back into the workshop and locking her up, I’ll walk back around to my front porch, where I’ll take another deep lung full of air and be very, very thankful that I’m there in that place in that moment and ALIVE to feel it all.
I miss my bike.