One thing about going for a nice long ride on the motorcycle, it gives you time to think. I have actually seen stickers and such with the saying on them “Sometimes it can take a whole tank of gas before you can think straight.” Generally with a picture of some guy riding his bike off into the sunset like a modern day cowboy.
I took my bike, gassed it up, and went for a ride to nowhere. I thought about a lot of things as sixty miles of early summer countryside rolled past. Some of them I will share here.
Smokers, this ones for you. I used to be one of you, but finally got fed up with paying $2 a pack (it’s been a while) and quit. I was just as guilty of this before I gave it up though. The world is not your ashtray, if you decide you want to smoke please keep your debris to yourself. If you car is not equipped with an ashtray please stop into K-mart and pick one up.
Not only could you start nature on fire, you could cause an accident flipping a piece of red hot trash into the face of that guy behind you on the motorcycle. Actually that goes for any trash, but at least most things that come my way are not actually made of fire. Hell, if your really lucky you might actually set the guy you hit on fire, maybe thats bonus points.
Yes I got hit in chest with a cigarette butt yesterday. At least this time it did not go down my shirt, that happened last year.
I saw another bike yesterday that I totally should have taken a picture of. Well, that would have involved me digging out my cellphone and using it while actually riding my bike, so it did not happen. Anyhow, I am willing to bet the guy plays World of Warcraft. What makes me think that?
His bike was painted a dark purple, and his liscense plate read “epic”.
Yep, if you are a player that stands out like a beach ball in a pile of marbles.
Speaking of cellphones. Teenagers, this ones for you. It is bad enough when you insist on talking on your cell phone while driving. You are distracted by the conversation but at least you are looking in the general direction of the road. You might actually see things like stop signs, other drivers, cows standing in the middle of the street. You get the idea.
The latest thing seems to be texting. I do it, so do my wife and kids. It’s a cheap easy alternative to burning up your minutes when you just need to get a quick thought across. This however, does not mean that it is something good to do while driving a car. Actually it is about the furthest thing from good I can imagine.
Talking on the phone causes distraction enough to be on par with having a six pack or so in your system, or so Mythbusters tells me. I Imagine texting while driving would be right up there with being blind falling down drunk and driving anyway.
Kinda like reading the paper while you drive, only interactive and more distracting.
Overall though it really was a beautiful evening. The skies were clear and blue, it was just warm enough to be comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt (the official uniform of Brad) without being hot or needing a jacket. Nature is kicking back into gear and the trees are really filling out. The stick figures of winter becoming the green shade of summer.
At one point I rode down a street that had trees so thick on both sides that it was like riding through a tunnel of nature, bathed in a green light. It was so intense that you could actually smell the green, the vibrant growth. The feeling of going through that and coming out the other side is one of those I wish I could put in a bottle and keep for later.
In the end I pulled up to the house in a much better mood than when I left. All the cares of the day had melted away under blue skies or in the green cathedral of nature I had ridden through.
It didn’t even take a full tank of gas.