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Kupunakane
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Yo Ho Ho N,
When I was still a very young man I bought a CZ350, and that was more than enough for me to go climbing hills, and rocks. Never did the water thing with any scoot I have owned, but I've seen it done here in the Northern country.
When I was fresh out of the military I had a hard time putting some of the memories away, and a lot of the fellas after the nam just couldn't get a grip on it. I had some of the same problems. I just couldn't get my head cleared. All I wanted to do was run fast, run far you know ?
I bought a motorcycle three months after my discharge. Shoved some coin in my pocket, and picked up a real nice sleeping bag and a small tent. No saddlebags in those days for the bike I had just bought.
I said my goodbyes to the family, and boogied off.
I had made my mind to travel up North along the coast, and it was fine weather traveling indeed.
The thing about it all that still strikes a chord in me was the feeling of that air rushing around me as I rode up the coast. I loved getting up at the very crack of dawn, when there is still a cold crisp in the air. It would tighten you up a lot riding in that, but it was as good as a cold splash of water ya know..?
Now the best part that I still remember with a great deal of fondness was the going in and out of the shadows of the hills along the coast.
One moment your chilled to the bone, and the next you have busted out into some sweet warm sunshine. You would just get thawed out, and within the blink of an eye you were back into the shadows, and then in sunshine again. In and out of the light and the temps.
It was an amazing adventure that stretched better than 1500 miles in total including the coast line and the mountains, and a gazillion side trips too.
I felt so free and untied. No threats to be found around me, and there was a good hoober to be had wherever I went for the most part.
I didn't get to feel that sensation again until last year, and that is a difference of beaucoup years. Last year when I bought the Harley I was looking to recapture that moment in time that I once felt. Let me tell you that it was well worth every bit of the effort, and then some.
It's different though somehow. I suppose that it is the years that have slipped by. I'm slower now, yet I find the slower putts to be more fulfilling. I'm more cautious after having dumped my bikes a number of times, but then experience has taught me what to look for up ahead that might pose a problem. Riding in groups is OK, but then I like going out away from the groups too.
Maybe I missed my calling in life, but not by too far. I am happy to have retired a pilot. I have enjoyed many a great adventure, and the adventures still continue with the wind in my face. I must confess the windshield has found favor with me, and experience has taught me to wear thick leathers. I still like to ride without my helmet, but I do ride with it on occasion.
I'm a bit slower than I was, but I am also a horsepower nut, and yeppers The Beast will haul the mail at my bidding if he is in the mood as it were.
My scoot is a male of the species, he even has a pair of large chromed hex nuts underneath...LOL, and yes it does start a lot of funny conversations.
* Gray-haired riders don't get that way from pure luck
smoke in peace
keep the oily side down
KingKahuuna
When I was still a very young man I bought a CZ350, and that was more than enough for me to go climbing hills, and rocks. Never did the water thing with any scoot I have owned, but I've seen it done here in the Northern country.
When I was fresh out of the military I had a hard time putting some of the memories away, and a lot of the fellas after the nam just couldn't get a grip on it. I had some of the same problems. I just couldn't get my head cleared. All I wanted to do was run fast, run far you know ?
I bought a motorcycle three months after my discharge. Shoved some coin in my pocket, and picked up a real nice sleeping bag and a small tent. No saddlebags in those days for the bike I had just bought.
I said my goodbyes to the family, and boogied off.
I had made my mind to travel up North along the coast, and it was fine weather traveling indeed.
The thing about it all that still strikes a chord in me was the feeling of that air rushing around me as I rode up the coast. I loved getting up at the very crack of dawn, when there is still a cold crisp in the air. It would tighten you up a lot riding in that, but it was as good as a cold splash of water ya know..?
Now the best part that I still remember with a great deal of fondness was the going in and out of the shadows of the hills along the coast.
One moment your chilled to the bone, and the next you have busted out into some sweet warm sunshine. You would just get thawed out, and within the blink of an eye you were back into the shadows, and then in sunshine again. In and out of the light and the temps.
It was an amazing adventure that stretched better than 1500 miles in total including the coast line and the mountains, and a gazillion side trips too.
I felt so free and untied. No threats to be found around me, and there was a good hoober to be had wherever I went for the most part.
I didn't get to feel that sensation again until last year, and that is a difference of beaucoup years. Last year when I bought the Harley I was looking to recapture that moment in time that I once felt. Let me tell you that it was well worth every bit of the effort, and then some.
It's different though somehow. I suppose that it is the years that have slipped by. I'm slower now, yet I find the slower putts to be more fulfilling. I'm more cautious after having dumped my bikes a number of times, but then experience has taught me what to look for up ahead that might pose a problem. Riding in groups is OK, but then I like going out away from the groups too.
Maybe I missed my calling in life, but not by too far. I am happy to have retired a pilot. I have enjoyed many a great adventure, and the adventures still continue with the wind in my face. I must confess the windshield has found favor with me, and experience has taught me to wear thick leathers. I still like to ride without my helmet, but I do ride with it on occasion.
I'm a bit slower than I was, but I am also a horsepower nut, and yeppers The Beast will haul the mail at my bidding if he is in the mood as it were.
My scoot is a male of the species, he even has a pair of large chromed hex nuts underneath...LOL, and yes it does start a lot of funny conversations.
* Gray-haired riders don't get that way from pure luck
smoke in peace
keep the oily side down
KingKahuuna
