Well... Xmax.
It's been a couple weeks since I got out for a ride. I've been keeping a battery tender on the CTX and the Burgman. Joan started her Xmax a couple weeks ago. I was up early this morning, with a plan of getting her bike out for a ride. The local weather weasels tried to convince me otherwise.
They were showing video of hard-pounding rain about 10 miles east of us. I pulled up weather radar and it looked reasonably clear. I took Murphy out in the yard; we watched while I cleaned the filters in the hot tub and topped it up. I came back in and checked weather again... yeah, I'm going for a ride.
The Xmax popped right off when I started it and the alternator was showing a good charge. I had a Hydroflask with ice water and didn't bother to put a camera on the bike or put in Airpods to listen to some tunes - I was just needing a ride. The spot that Xmax was "marking" was deep inside my chest: being home most of this summer has meant less riding than we've done since we first got those PCX scoots in 2013. I miss the riding.
It was 90º when I left around 7:00 am, but there was overcast to the east so the sun wasn't pounding. The riding was good, once I got away from the morning drive-time traffic on Dobbins. Other than a couple South Mountain Park trucks, I only saw 3 other vehicles on that whole drive up and down the mountain... one of them was a convertible Camaro driving well over the center line. I saw him coming slowing at me from a distance; an older guy at the wheel who didn't look like he was enjoying the twisty roads.
I, on the other hand, was downright joyful to be out there this morning. That ride really "hit the spot." :-)
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