You may be right, it might be me that is foggy, and not the weather. Be that as it may, the weather has also been foggy the last two mornings. Alex has reminded me to turn on the fog lights on The Ford’s Chevy each morning prior to the drive to school.
There was an agreement between myself and a friend (Wayne) to ride out to the bunk house yesterday (Thursday) for our noon repast and some enlightening conversation.
It was very foggy Thursday morning, the weather prognosticator had indicated that the fog would lift and the day would be sunny and nice, with a temp as high as 68. That sounded like a good day for a ride.
Wayne and I had agreed to meet at the usual location (highway 6 and 185) at 11:30. I had gotten a somewhat late start leaving the Homestead at 11:10am. The streets were still wet, and the fog had lifted some, but it was not a clear and sunny day, which made riding a bike, less than enjoyable.
Being the adventurous type, I rode toward the meeting place but in a careful manner. I arrived at 11:30 on the dot (per my windows phone) and Wayne was not there. Wayne arrived about 3 minutes later. We discussed arriving on time, he did not accept responsibility for being late, and blamed the late arrival on the clock on his Gold Wing. Keeping the clock set to the right time, is the owner’s responsibility, not the Gold Wings! J
Greetings completed, it was decided that Wayne would lead (there has to be a lead bike anytime there is more than one bike). He pulled out on the highway before I was ready so there was a pickup and a car between Wayne and me.
We had hardly ridden a mile when Wayne made a quick comment on the CB. I looked to see what was going on and Wayne was moving quickly to the shoulder of the road as he was being forced over by a pickup.
What had happened was, a car in front of Wayne was attempting to turn left off highway 6, Normally Wayne would have moved to the right a little and went around the vehicle. The pickup that was supposed to be behind Wayne must have been texting or something because he was now beside Wayne. The truck moving quickly to the right in an effort to miss the car making the left turn, was forcing Wayne off the highway.
Luckily Wayne saw the pickup and was able to avoid contact.
Wayne and I slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. I listened to Wayne talk bad about the pickup truck driver over the CB radio. After the traffic all cleared, we continued our ride to the Bunk House. I am not sure whether there was any soiled garments or not!
We did notice shortly after the, “near death episode” (as it is now known), the fog had dissipated and there was not a cloud in the sky. The rest of the ride was uneventful.
On Thursday, the bunk house offers a discount to mature bikers (and probably normal people too) which has a tendency to entice bikers on a fixed income to congregate there for lunch.
Wayne and I found a table and were preparing to indulge in some very fine, “chopped brisket”. At the table next to us there was 6 more senior bikers. We swapped a few stories and enjoyed the biker fellowship, even though one of the other bikers was on a Harley.
The fact that they allowed a Harley rider to not only ride with them, but eat at the same table, should indicate that the Honda riders are not prejudice.
Observation: The Harley rider was possibly the senior in the group (oldest) he walked with a cane, and he was on a Harley trike.
When we are small children most of us have trikes, aka tricycles. When we are young we ride trikes that cost $50,00 or less and as we get older, we revert back to riding trikes that cost $30,000.00 or more.
After a find chopped brisket sandwich, we bid a farewell to the other bikers, and began our journey home. The sky was blue and there was no clouds. The temp on the ride home was 71 degrees, what a day for a ride!
May your day be warm, and the sky blue!
Don Ford
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