Since getting my bike ready to ride the weather just has not been cooperative. During the last couple of weeks we have had “freezing fog”, ice, rain, and temps that have dropped to the single digits (even without the wind chill factor).
Yesterday though was different. After finishing my earlier project I peeked outside and saw it was beautiful. Curious, I pulled up the local weather and saw it was almost 56 degrees with the temps dropping back off for the rest of the week. My brain started clicking away and I realized that it would be the best day to ride in the foreseeable future. Excitement quickened with the immediacy of my situation. I had carelessly packed up some of my gear when a sweep of depression had overtaken me weeks back and now I was frantically searching for my mp3 player, neck warmer, glove liners, etc. Finally I got dressed and rolled out to parts unknown.
Several weeks back I was passed a website that listed good roads for motorcycles to ride. With that info I had made a mental note to ride down AL-33 from Moulton to Double Springs. It meanders through Bankhead National Forest and is quite scenic for the area. With the cold roads and unknown territory I was not overly aggressive, but will admit that the ride would have been far more enjoyable without the truck in front of me hitting his brakes every few minutes. That said, I will be back on this stretch when the weather permits.
When I finished my inaugural AL-33 ride I saw that I had plenty of time to explore more roads. Eventually I wound up near Tuscaloosa, AL and decided to call a friend to see if they wanted to grab a bite to eat. Thankfully she was there and in the mood for Applebee’s so that was a good excuse to warm up and socialize a little.
As much fun as the earlier ride was the ride back home was less so. The sun was down and my lovely 55+ weather had dropped to the high 30’s. Factor in a 75mph wind chill (not counting the occasional 12mph wind) and I quickly realized that grip warmers or heated gloves would have been a great Christmas present.
Once back at my apartment I texted several people to let them know I had arrived safely and that my “BCG’s” had worked pretty good. The ride solidified my confidence in my motorcycle and brought to point my seriously needing some more conditioning. I’m definitely not 100% after my surgery, but think that I will be able to do well when Spring finally rolls around.
My final tally was a little over 280 miles (did a little in town riding before heading out) and about 5 hours in the seat.
Here is a map of my trip:
Note: the term BCG (Birth Control Gear) started as a remark I told a friend once.
(when she saw me decked out in my riding gear)
Her: “Wow, you look good in all that.”
Me: “Thanks. It’s my birth control gear.”
Her: “Why do you call it that?”
Me: “Because by the time I get out of everything, I’m too tired to do anything.”