Had enough work, been putting the hours in at home, had to get out and stretch the Ol’ legs (or spread the Ol’ legs as we like to joke). I pointed my 21-inch hoop North and headed to Conroe to stop in at the Harley dealership there. Never been, and I got a little lost on the way. I did discover some things: a) even with Map Quest directions, I can get lost and b) getting lost is not a bad thing. I tooled around the back roads for a few miles and took in the sights. It wasn’t long before I was back on track and found the dealership. Boy, was it ever dead. I was so sure they were closed; I almost didn’t shut the motor down before trying the door. As it turns out, not too many folks are bike shopping around noon on Thursday. Oh well, I enjoyed looking around. I enjoyed it so much; I hit another dealership 15 miles away… then another 20 miles from that, and then another 30 miles from that.
I sat on everything. Twice. I was trying to decide between a Street Glide and an Electra Glide (standard). Basically the same machine, the Street Glide is already slammed and has some nice accents and a stereo; the Electra would need to be slammed, needs a stereo, but has the spotlight bar and as my Bro Brendan would say, “It says Harley-Davidson MOTORCYCLES…. It is the ONLY one that says MOTORCYCLES.” He is a purist.
I also paid particular attention to some of the lighter machines, thinking of what I would like to surprise the Ol’ lady with. I am always thinking of what to surprise her with. Should it be a Street Rod, a Sporty (slammed and fully custom), a Deluxe with some touring accessories, a Crossbones? Whew, I really don’t know… I suppose we are broke so I don’t really need to make a decision today, but I get caught up in the moment. I need to get her something, someday, and when that day comes, I want to have a plan!
Anyway, I had set out about 11am and found my way home by 5pm… rode a few hundred miles or so, but just at a leisurely pace, enjoying the scenery. It had been a while since I had felt so relaxed. Even the idiots on the road seemed a touch less idiotic. Plus, I had loaded the clippie ipod with some good 70’s punk rock and the helmet helped to keep all the sound in… ahh, so that is why people wear helmets.
It may be a while before I get out like that again. We do have the International Motorcycle Show on Saturday, but I just got a text that the girls might be sick… so I may be on my own rather than having the family with me for a grand day of drooling. I do hope the weather stays warm. We are having a cold front move in that will keep us in the 50’s for a high… Not too shabby. I have a personal rule that I prefer to take the truck when the weather is below 50. However, rules were meant to be broken, and I am sure I could go down to 40.
“Ohhhh, the weather outside is frightful…”
Love, Respect, and Ride Safe,