I’ve now ridden Oilburner’s RT for 300 miles and learned to ride with a pillion. Minds appropriately blown? I’ve learned that riding two up isn’t quite as difficult or scary as I had always made it to be in my mind. I’ve learned the joys of getting a back massage while riding. I’ve learned how much fun it is to lean back and put my hand on his knee while cruising down the highway. I’ve partaken of the schadenfreude of passing a couple on a Harley, with his arm candy riding bitch…and me thinking of mine. I’ve let the little devil inside out when I quickly gunned the throttle and released it so that his helmet knocked into mine. I’ve had the GREAT laugh of knowing EXACTLY when he turned the passenger heated seat on (14 miles from home) and he couldn’t figure how I knew.
I miss my Big Red bike. We haven’t ridden since Christmas. Hopefully I will get to ride it soon. But the sacrifice is worth it right now. I’m happy to help Oilburner to get out as well. It may only be one night, but a ride to Savannah was absolutely necessary. We may not do much while here, but just the act of getting here was the best. Remember, it isn’t about the destination, it’s the journey. The backroads home will be calling our names.