Lonesome Rider..........Sorta

Well after making a couple of phone calls this morning it seems my riding pals weren't gonna ride. So stealing a line from my close friend Brian Welch's song "Devil On The Run" I was a lonesome rider today. Ok so I wasn't really lonesome, but I was the only one of the group riding my scooter. The others of the group that showed up were in their cars. That's ok too. We did get together for a great dinner at one of our favorite little meat and three joints. Good food, good friends and great laughs. What else could you want.

When I left the house this morning it was 30 degrees and snowing. The first thing I thought of was one of my favorite blogs "Scooter in the Sticks". You see Steve Williams writes his blog about his journeys on his scooter. Now I call my motorcycle a scooter but Steve's really is a shure nuff scooter. He lives up north and has incredible pictures on his blog of all the riding he does even when the roads are covered in snow. Granted here in middle Tennessee the snow wasn't sticking but still I was riding while it was snowing.

My travels today didn't just consist of running around the 'boro, though I did make a stop on the square at one of my favorite stores, Bink's. Next I took a brisk little ride up to Cookeville, Tennessee about 80 or so miles away. Nothing like the cool wind to wake a body up. Call me crazy but I loved riding along hearing the sound of my scooter and thinking of all the many times I'd traveled that same road. Seeing the fishermen wading in the Caney Fork river trying to entice a trout to take their flies brought back thoughts of the many fishing trips I'd made to those same cold waters.

On my return trip from Cookeville back to my home I passed two other motorcyclist. The heartfelt wave we shared brought a giant smile to me. I was thinking ok so I'm not the only one who couldn't stand the thought of not riding today. Then I remembered a sign that I saw hanging at the shop I visited in Cookeville. It read "You never see a motorcycle parked at a psychiatrist's office". Which made me think of one other thing. I remember someone telling me that the department of safety testing station in Murfreesboro is right down the street from a psychiatrist's office. While taking the skills test this individual was instructed to ride their motorcycle down in front of the psychiatrist's office and turn around. This just struck me as funny. Was the instructor trying to say you must be a little crazy to want to ride a motorcycle?

Well go right ahead and call me crazy because I don't care. I know one thing for certain though. I enjoyed every single one of the 171.2 miles that I rode today. Cold, snow, misting rain I still loved it. Perhaps you could even call it passion........yeah, I like that ........... I'm passionate about riding my scooter.

Ride Safe

Ronman