Doctors

365 Group (f)

Monday 4/19/10
Well it was a nice day as I started out to go over the hump to the doctors and all that. The temps were hovering around 60 and it was just about as perfect a day for riding as there ever was.

I pulled out from the gas station at home all loaded down for an extended stay. I was caring about 40 pounds extra and that made for a real solid balanced feeling in the ride. Once I got out away from town a little I opened the old twin up and we literally "howled" down the road. The bike was running like a top and I pinned back the ears and surprisingly made pretty good time.
At about eighteen miles in I got into some traffic that forced a slow down and behave some.
Once I got out of traffic I just floated along for about twenty five miles. With only the occasional chicken truck to give me concern, it was about as good as it gets up here.
Pulling into greater downtown Kingston Arkansas I slowly made the loop around town center and grabbed the Hwy 21 exit for a run up the hill and see just how fast I could tag at the top. Today was a good day as I bested my personal best on this bike by 15 MPH. Topped out at what I read on my LSI as 92 MPH. Not too shabby for a 10 mph rolling start on serious uphill climb on a bike that's 33 years old.
The ride through the hills was every bit as good as it ever was. Thirty five miles of two lane ups and downs. Switch backs and long sweepers. God really smiled on this part of the world as far as riding a Motor Sickle goes!! (Chessie, you should come ride these hills.)
Finally I pulled into my place at Deer and dropped off the baggage. Visited a few with Mom and headed out to the CTCA and the doc's.
The Doc's didn't seem to be able to tell me much with out some super serious testing that we're going to do next month. Seems that they suspected something but always stopped short of telling me. Finally I said "lets just cut the she-ite. Answer one simple question. Can I keep riding or is it THAT bad?" All three looked at each other the made the greatest dumb ass remark I've ever heard... "a motorcycle?" No a Goat. Duh, yeah, a motorcycle. That prompted one of them to ask me all kinds of questions. He definitely came up on my "cool O meter". He's from India and really not a bad guy. After about a dozen questions I finally said come on and took him to the lot and showed him Miss Tilley. He kept saying "so you rode all this way over here?" Seems in his youth he had wanted a Royal Enfield..."many many years ago." Finally I got the sawbones three to issue forth the following statement.
"Ride as long as it doesn't hurt and you feel comfortable doing it".
So now this has opened a whole new can of something or other. As I was thinking from their first comments that I'd cease up riding along and crash into a bus of touring seniors from East Patterson New Jersey killing everyone aboard making headlines for days or something like that. Finally I was in a good mood and I thank God for that.
After making all the necessary upcoming appointments I walked out to the lot and noticed that I had a pretty good crowd. I mounted Miss Tilley and pulled out the kicker. Yelling "fire in the whole" at the top of my lungs I fired up. After that kind of settled down I turned on my "genuine forklift back up alarm" and backed out of the parking space. Now that I had a real crowd...I couldn't help myself and laid the bike over and left them a donut to remember me.
The ride back out to the house is only a pud run as some call it, only 34 miles. I had a blast and just took my time side roading and what have you till I had to switch on reserve.
Looks like you just might see me on the road