Ruttly wrote on 03/28/17 at 15:15:19:


I am usually grinning while I am getting my gear on.......and it continues right up to the time I take my gear back off!

(Days I get caught in the rain might be the exception).

I'm wide eyed and trembling inside till I hear it fire off , once I knock it in gear all that goes away and things get serious , it takes a few miles to get in the zone,feel the bike,become one as Bruce Lee said "Like Water" , now it's time to ride. Maybe not so much ride the bike but guide it with a light touch now I'm in the zone where 100% of everything else is blocked out. That's when that warming , tingling rush of adrenaline creeps up my spine , endorphins ease the pain in my hands and arms. It's truly a high for me wether it's a relaxed pace or a heavy on throttle section of twisties I know well. That's what 45 years of riding has done to me! Still no grin. Time to unwind and pull myself out of my self induced transe and roll back into town at acceptable speed , whack the throttle HARD on the last straight and try to miss the gravel patch at corner or not , roll into the driveway and shut it down and I can feel it coming as I slide the my helmet off it arrives not a second to late a ear to ear $hit eating grin that stays the rest of the day , renewed once again ! I love to ride ! Yeah I have a real problem , I know it. Every minute of every day that's all I think about , I love motorcycles and I love to ride. What a high for me , to ride and feel the bike the road the countryside the air,total freedom , thats what makes Ruttly tick !!!!!
I think you triggered my one and only nerve Dave !

Recently I rode 500 kms and without warning called in on a friend I haven't seen for years. I met him at his front door and he said: geez I thought it was the postie. Well, I guess the S40 would make a good postie bike. Here in Aus the posties ride Honda 110s, laden down with huge panniers full of heavy mail; needless to say, the bikes get FLOGGED.

Jasbee

I went on a three day ride with a group of chopper enthusiasts. As I rode into camp on the second night one of the guys came running over yelling "Hey, is that a Savage?!"
This guy owns a stable of bikes and, as his employer is a parts and accessories company, has a lot of other motorcycles at his disposal. He told me the first bike he ever customized was a Savage, and he really wants to do another.
That was endorsement enough for me.

Ah, such is life......
My happiness and joy, self acceptance and respect is predicated on lofting myself as your better....
I can bear witness to my facts, as they reside so ripe and obvious to me, that frankly I am shocked that others are so blind to truth  

Too spend much energy on folks who have such a deep need, is like spitting with your visor down  

Part of my adoration for our bike is its primitive nature....
Without being saddled to too much baggage, when I ride it's akin to being bare back and feeling how the muscles of this beast all come together and work in unison.....
As I enjoy the effect is has on my emotional strings.

I was once riddled with questions by many, when a new faith and understanding, freed me from my past of having to rely on booze to fill a void and need in my life....

It was to a higher power I know for sure who provided to me what I could never attain on my own....
They asked if I was just imagining such?

I knew no answer exsisted that they could understand, so I never bothered trying.
I believe oft times that is as good as it gets in some human relationships.

Enjoy the moment, that is all we have  

Dave wrote on 03/31/17 at 04:54:43:


 good one Dave!

Ruttly wrote on 03/31/17 at 09:11:07:


Thanks Rutman  

See Dave, I was appreciated on the slow boat.
Better watch out...... I might very well call you punkin and upset your apple cart