Friday, October 11, 2013

Riding by the Half Moon

real-biker-chick
The chill is rushing up my sleeves, inflating the chest of my jacket. My head can barely turn from the collar pushing against the helmet. Someone has been screwing with my right mirror, because all I can see is dark sky. Can't fix it now, rolling at 70 mph, amid nighttime traffic.

The traffic on Interstate 15 is heavier than I expected for 10:30 pm on a Friday heading south into San Diego. Damn, I thought the 78 was packed after leaving Churchill's Pub in San Marcos, but this is slammed. After having dinner with Trampy Joe and Diane, who I've now renamed La Chuckles, it feels good to ride home, even though I'm freezing my ass off.

I gotta get these sleeves fixed so the wind doesn't pour in. This is ridiculous.

Drivers are more erratic, it seems, than afternoon traffic. Probably been drinking, or partying, if they're out driving right now. Not all of them, but the crazy ones who drift from lane to lane.

The buzz of cars, my V*Star, and my own pulse pound in my helmet with the music on my headphones.

Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh...
And this bird you cannot change.
And this bird you cannot change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.
Lord I can't change,
Won't you fly high free bird yea.

I want to pull the throttle all the way back, scream through the cars and own a chunk of road tonight. I want to push Gracie to her limits, but I refrain. I'm following Highway back to our rental. Just relax and enjoy the ride.

My thighs are freezing. Well, they don't feel that bad. Actually, I think they may be so cold I can't feel them now. I should have brought warmer gear. Why do I do that? Just bring a jacket. . . I have gear for Chrissake. . . Next time I won't forget.

Interstate 8 is approaching, so I better get into the right lane. That's going to be a challenge since I can't see out of this right mirror. Over my shoulder, once, twice, glide to the right.

I love this connector ramp, even though it scares the shit out of me. The turn is so deep! Damn, Highway must hit that at 75 mph. What, am I doing only 60? Lean, lean, look all the way through, lean. . . woooosh! There's that tickle in my tummy! Yeah, still scares me! Ha ha ha ha. . .

The 805 south is coming quick. Change lanes to the left. . . move over ASSHOLE! Fucking dicks who drive Mercedes. I used to drive a Mercedes. Oh shit, here's our turn.

I love the way the moon looks from the bottom of the connector ramp. Pretty half moon, bright as a spotlight, glistening in the dark sky. Up the bridge. . . damn Highway takes this ramp fast! Downshift to fourth gear, third gear. . . he's so far ahead, but this damn ramp scares me more than the other. Relax, bend those arms, lean, lean, lean, woooooooosh! God I love that tickle!

Couple of exits, come into quiet city streets, not a soul in sight around here. Guess that's what one would expect for residential. Gracie purrs along on these streets, roaring in first gear from Stop sign to Stop sign.

There's the rental. Just as we left it. I should have told Highway I wasn't ready to go back so early. I wonder if he wants to go ride just a little more. . .

I love riding in the moonlight.

real-biker-chick

9 comments:

  1. Sometimes you gotta just take the lead and say, "Hey, let's go somewhere else!", otherwise, I assume we're just going home. But, I enjoyed reading this post.

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    1. Thanks Hon! I will next time. Promise.

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    1. Thanks Chris! The feeling was so fresh, I just walked in from the ride and wrote, still in my gear. :)

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  3. I wish I could do some night riding. My night vision is utter crap. If we are going riding after dark I hop on the back of hubby's bike. No heated grips for me there though.

    I am glad you were enjoying it, even with the asshat in the Mercedes.

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    1. Thanks Trobairitz! I used to own a Mercedes. I sold her to buy my first motorcycle. Aaaahhh, the irony of it all!

      Am I supposed to able to see at night? ;)

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  4. Gauntlet gloves...I love mine, they keep the wind out of my jacket.

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    1. Biker Baby I actually looked for some yesterday at Cycle Gear. But they are all so thick and with my fibromyalgia I have trouble losing the sensation in my hands. So the thick gloves make it impossible to feel the grips and controls. I end up stalling at stop lights when I wear them, because I can't feel the clutch. Plus, it's a new leather jacket and it's not really a motorcycle jacket. So I'm taking it to the tailor to get it fixed to BE a motorcycle jacket. :)

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  5. Boy that made our ride home seem quit boring in comparison. We just twisted the throttle and blasted home, no traffic to speak of.

    Trampy Joe

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People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the rude biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)