SeaCat
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My wife and I went for another ride today. This time we hit a nice yet fast road called the Beeline Highway.
Now this is an interesting road, one that we will ride again. It's an older road so it is rough. It has buckled areas as well as the pavement being rough as hell. It's also a fast road. It's posted at 55 MPH but I never saw a vehicle moving at less than 70 MPH and that includes the police.
On our way out we were relaxed at speed. We both had our visors open and were enjoying the scenery. (Cane Fields, Orange Groves and the occasional swampy area.) About 2/3 of the way out I saw something in the road through the heat haze. As we got closer this something turned out to be several somethings. Not knowing what I was coming up on I slowed. When we came up I was a bit saddened by what I saw but I couldn't help out too much. Here in the road were five Wild Pigs. They must have been hit sometime during the night.
While they weren't overly large they were a traffic hazard so I pulled the bike over and hauled them out of the road. None of them came much above my knees and they weighed roughly 100 pounds each. Hitting one even in a car would leave a mark and do some damage. (Yes I was thinking about taking some cuts but I decided against it. I didn't know how long they had been laying there. I will have to come back out to this area later on with the rifle though. There is nothing better than Boar Meat.)
Done with this little chore I climbed back on the bike and we were off. A bit later we hit our designated turn around point in one of the many small towns. After topping off the tank on the bike we pulled into a diner for a light lunch and something cold to drink. Refreshed we headed home.
About half an hour after leaving the diner we saw a bike on the side of the road up ahead of us. I pulled over to find the owner of the bike and his S/O standing there with sad looks on their faces. When I asked what was up he informed me his bike had lost power even as he looked at us with derision. He didn't seem to like the fact we were riding an old beat up Honda, nor did he seem to like the idea we were wearing leathers. (My bike and my leathers are both older than he was.)
I started looking over his bike as my wife talked with them. I could overhear him telling her he didn't need to wear leathers or helmet, he knew how to ride. (Snerk) It took me about two minutes to figure out the problem with his bike and get it started again. He was out of gas and hadn't thought to switch to reserve.
He looked up in surprise when I started his bike and came rushing over. I pulled him to the side away from his lady and told him why his bike had stopped as well as where a gas station was.
My wife and I followed him to the gas station and actually received a wave from both him and his lady as they pulled in.
Hopefully he learned a couple of lessons today. Somehow I doubt it.
We had a great ride today.
It isn't what you ride but that you ride.
Cat
Now this is an interesting road, one that we will ride again. It's an older road so it is rough. It has buckled areas as well as the pavement being rough as hell. It's also a fast road. It's posted at 55 MPH but I never saw a vehicle moving at less than 70 MPH and that includes the police.
On our way out we were relaxed at speed. We both had our visors open and were enjoying the scenery. (Cane Fields, Orange Groves and the occasional swampy area.) About 2/3 of the way out I saw something in the road through the heat haze. As we got closer this something turned out to be several somethings. Not knowing what I was coming up on I slowed. When we came up I was a bit saddened by what I saw but I couldn't help out too much. Here in the road were five Wild Pigs. They must have been hit sometime during the night.
While they weren't overly large they were a traffic hazard so I pulled the bike over and hauled them out of the road. None of them came much above my knees and they weighed roughly 100 pounds each. Hitting one even in a car would leave a mark and do some damage. (Yes I was thinking about taking some cuts but I decided against it. I didn't know how long they had been laying there. I will have to come back out to this area later on with the rifle though. There is nothing better than Boar Meat.)
Done with this little chore I climbed back on the bike and we were off. A bit later we hit our designated turn around point in one of the many small towns. After topping off the tank on the bike we pulled into a diner for a light lunch and something cold to drink. Refreshed we headed home.
About half an hour after leaving the diner we saw a bike on the side of the road up ahead of us. I pulled over to find the owner of the bike and his S/O standing there with sad looks on their faces. When I asked what was up he informed me his bike had lost power even as he looked at us with derision. He didn't seem to like the fact we were riding an old beat up Honda, nor did he seem to like the idea we were wearing leathers. (My bike and my leathers are both older than he was.)
I started looking over his bike as my wife talked with them. I could overhear him telling her he didn't need to wear leathers or helmet, he knew how to ride. (Snerk) It took me about two minutes to figure out the problem with his bike and get it started again. He was out of gas and hadn't thought to switch to reserve.
He looked up in surprise when I started his bike and came rushing over. I pulled him to the side away from his lady and told him why his bike had stopped as well as where a gas station was.
My wife and I followed him to the gas station and actually received a wave from both him and his lady as they pulled in.
Hopefully he learned a couple of lessons today. Somehow I doubt it.
We had a great ride today.
It isn't what you ride but that you ride.
Cat
