|"What's with the "amber waves of grain" B.S., Lucky?" |
"Be quiet, Triumph. They're green waves of grain. Happy?"
"No. I am so leaking a quart of oil in your garage tonight."
These conversations have gotten me pretty excited to get out there and ride far. Maybe I'll cruise to Iowa for lunch. Do a fireworks run to South Dakota. Take a week off of work and visit a coast. I haven't been to Galveston, I could go there.
You don't always need a destination, though. Sometimes you can just go ride through the middle of nowhere, just for the joy of riding. And one of the good things about the Middle Coast is that, no matter where you are, it's never more than twenty minutes to the middle of nowhere.
Seriously. I'd bet you a nickel that you could get yourself out of the city limits within 20 minutes from anywhere in the Twin Cities except, maybe, downtown Minneapolis.
The only downside to near immediate access to the middle of nowhere is that the roads in the middle of nowhere are straight. And although the Triumph was not designed for going fast in a straight line, it does so very, very well. Sometimes, a ride is also a meditation on self-discipline. Sometimes, it's an exercise in restraint.
And sometimes, you just have to see exactly how fast your damn bike will go.
On days like that, being able to take a short ride to the middle of nowhere is pretty handy.