So MotorMilt & I finally got back on the bikes, well the beemers anyway, and hit the canyons this morning. I’d like to be able to say that it was a typically wonderful saturday morning ride, but it wasn’t. My head was somewhere else. Focused not on the enjoyment of the this particular ride, but rather on the ride I wasn’t having. One on a Ducati. Part of me feels like this is an absolute shame since it was a steller morning as far as the mountains and canyons go. Light traffic, basically open roads, a bit overcast but still warm. All the ingredients were there for a wonderful ride. Yet no matter how much I pushed it in order to break myself out of the funk, I couldn’t. Unfortunately given recent events I just can’t seem to shake my preoccupation with what is missing. What could have been… And I know that’s unfortuante since for the immediate future until all of this insurance crap gets sorted out I have no choice but to ride the beemer if I want to ride. And part of me feels very silly for even acting like they’re boring dull motorcycles, but somehow in my eyes through all of this that’s what they’ve become. As I rolled over 11,000 miles on the way home on the pacific coast highway I kept wondering why even bother with two bikes if your heart really isn’t in one of them anymore? I have yet to find a good answer, except one. Trade in the BMW when I go to get another Ducati. That seems like the most economical, emotional, and logical thing to do. Even though it hurts me a bit because part of me still loves the ‘idea’ of the beemer, I’ve come to the realization that I no longer love the ‘ride’ of the beemer. And that’s the bottom line.
Here are some picts from the morning;
MotorMilt at the top of Stunt…
MotorMilt pulling up for a quick rest stop…
The last days for my beemer?
MotorMilt upclose and personal…
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