Ride
So I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to take the Scrambler out for a bit. The weather has been so beautiful, it’s sinful not to go out. And really, I’m still social distancing, so what’s the issue?
Giles accompanied me from his car, but I took the lead on my Scrambler. We covered almost 75 miles, and I never took my helmet off, though we did stop a couple of times; the photo to the right was taken in Juliette, about two-thirds through our journey. I had consulted Google maps earlier and traced a route I wanted to try: a bit circuitous, northwest to Forsyth, over to Juliette, and back south toward Macon. The day was beautiful—and I even got a bit cold at points, though the sun was was alone in the blue sky. I thought traffic might be light, but it seemed normal for a Thursday afternoon, especially on 23.
Rides like this allow me to clear my head, and this was no exception. I get fatigued quickly riding the Scrambler—probably because it’s a naked bike, so 75 miles is about right. I still dream of getting my BMW R 1200 R one day. That bike should go the distance. Until then, I need regular repeats of days like this. Thanks.