me and my motorcycle

I was hangin’ with a man for a while, we weren’t good for each other but agreed we had lots of fun together.
In 2013 we clocked about 3,000 miles on his beautiful black Harley Road King. He kept it in Vegas during the winter,
and we’d take a cheap flight from Montana to take her for a spin; Red Rocks,

Valley of Fire

Valley of Fire

Hoover Dam, Death Valley, when winter got to be too much.

My favorite alien, near the south side of Area 51 on the way to Death valley

My favorite alien, near the south side of Area 51 on the way to Death valley

Late spring we had to bring her back home to Montana,

In the middle of Idaho

In the middle of Idaho

so rode through the south red rock deserts of my home state which he’d never seen before.
Stopping off to visit friends and old familiar places along our way. Overton, and Valley of Fire, Zion and my best girlfriend in Springdale,
up to Bryce, Escalante, the Grand Staircase, and the Hog’s Back,
up over 10,000 foot Boulder Top,
a great dinner in Torrey and tour through Capitol Reef,

Me, I ride on the back

Me, I ride on the back

on through the Caineville Badlands,
Goblin Valley, dinner at Ray’s Tavern, out past the San Rafael Swell and homeward. Damn! I loved being on the back of that bike.
We got along well on the motorcycle, cuz he wasn’t drinkin’ and cuz I couldn’t get lippy with him. “What do you do back there?” he’d always ask.
I had a small notebook, and used his back as a desk, writing my impressions, inspirations that the desert would spit at me as we blazed through her…

Montana, backside of the Pioneers

Montana, backside of the Pioneers

He and I broke up that fall. And I really missed… the motorcycle. I missed it so bad I enrolled in the Motorcycle Rider’s Safety Course.

Learned on a little Suzuki

Learned on a little Suzuki

It was the most empowering
thing I had experienced in quite some time. I was recently divorced after 18 years, had left my home, suffered a serious crop loss in my farming business,
about to turn 50, and broke up with the king of fun.

Pack the driver, putter, 7 wood and 7 iron and ride her up to Seeley

Pack the driver, putter, 7 wood and 7 iron and ride her up to Seeley


I passed the course with a 98%. Aced the motorcycle endorsement on the second try.
Raring to go but with no bike.

My moto-guru coached me on the perfect starter bike and found it for me. Road trip to Marion in the far north of Montana to pick up my little 2007 dual sport Yamaha XT225.

Look what mama got!

Look what mama got!

She cost about $400 more than I wanted to pay, but was in such great shape and needing to be mine that we loaded her up on my friend’s nifty motorbike hydraulic hauler.
Before winter set in with a vengeance I got a couple short rides in.
Not having acquired the service manual I didn’t know how to leave her for the winter so covered her with a tarp. And there she sits,
awaiting my charging her battery, and doing simple service on her. The manual, and trickle charger are in the mail.
and lately, now that there isn’t 4 feet of snow on the ground I am struck with a fever, a sickness…
A friend in one of many motorcycle clubs sets the tone. He says, regarding motorcycles; “Just one more.”
The other day I stopped in at the new Yamaha shop and got to sit on and fire up the dream bike; Yamaha/Star Bolt! With a lovely green tank. Damn.
I couldn’t concentrate all day.

...just one more motorcycle. Yamaha's Star Bolt!  Purdy green gas tank.

…just one more motorcycle. Yamaha’s Star Bolt! Purdy green gas tank.

Every time a motorcycle would go by I’d look up from my work, completely distracted by the image in my head of
me and my motorcycle…

 

 

 

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