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April 5, 2005
You never see a motorcycle...
Parked outside a psychiatrists office.
So proclaims a T-Shirt a friend got me a while back. Turns out it's quite true.
Inspired by my brief ride on Sunday I caught the 5:30 boat home yesterday (I'm normally on the 6:20) and called ahead to Dawnise to suit up. I got home, ditched my backpack, and we hit the road - north on 305 over the Agate Pass Bridge, took a right mostly at random onto 307 and a left onto 104 north. We crawled (25mph limits) through Port Gamble and crossed the Hood Canal Floating Bridge.
By the time we made a right onto route 19, the sun was starting to set, and the temperature was dropping. We were pretty good in our First Gear suits, but even through winter gloves the fingertips were getting chilled, so we elected to turn around and re-trace our path back home.
The countryside is picturesque, the roads are twisty and varied, and in an hour of riding all thoughts of work were left behind. We got home, made some tea, and had soup and sandwiches for dinner before turning in for the night.
As the days get longer, so does our range. I'm looking forward to exploring the peninsula.
Posted by dberger at April 5, 2005 10:43 AM