Thursday, August 23, 2007

Hooligan Rising

Yesterday I got my glorious 36 miles of riding for the week. It was, as you would expect, a lot of fun.

After a lot of cage-driving and car-pooling with minimal motorcycle-riding to keep me sane, getting back on the Triumph with it's outrageously good handling and gobs of power is a bit intoxicating.

Ok, I'll be honest, it's a lot intoxicating. Especially when the motor gets up around 11,000 RPM, the intake roars and the exhaust howls. I'm only human.

So when I see that the road I'm on is a bit congested, I tend to think "fast u-turn and alternate route" before I even think "I don't want to sit in that mess."

In fact, it's tempting to plant a foot and spin the bike around in a big, smokey burnout. The cost of tires, however, prevents such behavior (concerns about the legality are much lower on my list of deterrents).

I was also tempted to do a bit of sidewalk-riding and urban off-roading, Gary-style, but the Triumph doesn't take kindly to unpaved surfaces and curb-hopping. It was probably one of the few times I thought afterwards "Not having a KLR probably kept me out of trouble today."

All the same, I rode past an empty lot wishing I could just cut across it and pop out on the road on the other side, leaving a trail of fire and wreckage behind me.

Luckily for me, my mild-mannered alter-ego usually keeps my moto-Visigoth urges in check. Usually.


irondad said...

Hooligan or not, good to see you back in good spirits! Why do some of us have to contemplate being bad to feel good? :)

Steve Williams said...

Does that mean you also feel bad when contemplating being good?

I'm out of the loop I fear....

Steve Williams
Scooter in the Sticks