I found myself behind a T100 Bonneville toiling south on Highway One. this is what a Triumph Bonneville looks like on the Overseas Highway. A Triumph without luggage except for that uncomfortable pack on his back. I hate riding with luggage on my bike. Cool motor bike though.
Sometimes as I haul my hairy family member around on the back seat I wish I could be less reliant on the car and be out there all the time on the motor bike. Yet those times I do find myself on the road riding next to other bikes there is a vaguely uncomfortable feeling for me. I'm never quite sure how to behave. Do I acknowledge them? I usually wave when I overtake them but I am not sure how to acknowledge someone riding just in front or behind me. It is a conundrum. 
I had chosen to leave the house underneath one of the small temporary rain clouds that seem to be descending from time to time over the Keys. These clouds drop by, unload a slight sprinkle of water, and promptly disappear into a cloudless blue sky. Cheyenne doesn't much mind the rain.
The fun part about being stuck in traffic on the highway in a car is when you stop, and Cheyenne gets out and takes off like a four legged vacuum cleaner.
Standing there reading the newspaper watching Cheyenne trundle back and forth with her nose down, there is time enough to notice the loud thumping Harleys rumbling by and wondering how it would be to be a visitor on a short time line in the Keys. Today I'm forced to drive the car but tonight, when i go to work, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow I'll have my time on two wheels on the prettiest road in America.
Sometimes as I haul my hairy family member around on the back seat I wish I could be less reliant on the car and be out there all the time on the motor bike. Yet those times I do find myself on the road riding next to other bikes there is a vaguely uncomfortable feeling for me. I'm never quite sure how to behave. Do I acknowledge them? I usually wave when I overtake them but I am not sure how to acknowledge someone riding just in front or behind me. It is a conundrum. I had chosen to leave the house underneath one of the small temporary rain clouds that seem to be descending from time to time over the Keys. These clouds drop by, unload a slight sprinkle of water, and promptly disappear into a cloudless blue sky. Cheyenne doesn't much mind the rain.The fun part about being stuck in traffic on the highway in a car is when you stop, and Cheyenne gets out and takes off like a four legged vacuum cleaner.Standing there reading the newspaper watching Cheyenne trundle back and forth with her nose down, there is time enough to notice the loud thumping Harleys rumbling by and wondering how it would be to be a visitor on a short time line in the Keys. Today I'm forced to drive the car but tonight, when i go to work, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow I'll have my time on two wheels on the prettiest road in America. 
2 comments:
Mr Conchscooter;
as one who has ridden in groups before, it is standard practice to wave a left hand or gently nod to the other biker as acknowledgment. If proceeding in the same direction I follow behind in staggered position but back a bit to allow for personal space. If they are in lane position 1, I take position 3 . It is no different than riding with a group of other friends.
I have never seen another Bonneville on the road up here
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
People wave a lot but when somene breaks down by the side of the road they sail on by anyway. I've come across several minor breakdowns and helped out with the few tools in my saddlebag. Waving but not stopping when a hlemt is on the shoulder seems odd to me.
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