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Chimney Rock Road & the 1098S


The bike is roaring. The engine whirling. The tach rising. The fuel tank lowering. The moment at hand…

I see it…

I feel it..

I am here… I am alive… once again I believe…

So many big ‘thoughts’ and so few ‘little’ ones…

I am one with the machine, and in a way that hasn’t been true in eons… Isn’t that what we all want? Is that’s what we all wish for? I feel the brake, I see the corner, I wonder what the next straight away is going to be like and yet I know I’ll wick it up again… Speed seems so commonplace here… I feel compelled to find out what happens next..

Leaving the parking lot post-breakfast, I ask myself, ‘where am I headed today?’…

And I don’t know…

There’s no pre-planned map… No known journey… No well worn-repeated loops… It’s all fresh and new and wondrous… Gød I hope I can hold on to this idea, to this feeling, to this belief…

It’s as if the unknown is the unsacred…

Twenty minutes later, I come into a collection of back and forth corners… Whiplash for the mindset but wonderful asphalt for the tires… And I whip it… And yet it’s funny how the unknown can be a blast — There’s no knowledge of dirt in this corner or that one, or farm tractors always pull out here, or bad traffic comes after 4 pm… No thought I laid it down right here… Nothing… It’s a blank canvas… And somehow that feel like a release of it’s own…

Right now it’s all fresh and new and wondrous and alive… And I fear none of it.. And yet the catalog of corners in my mind makes me take a breath… Pause… Bite my tongue…

Because new doesn’t equal safe… It’s all a gamble… It’s all risk management…

And yet it’s also so alive…

As if it’s never been here before….

I come through corner and gasp — do vistas like this truly exist? Am I really here? Is this really home? Am I honesty that fortunate?

Gød I hope so…

Because riding around here is beyond awesome and unusual and unique… it’s the beer you taste at the end of the day and go ‘whow’, it’s the bike you get on and think ‘wow’, it’s the life you think only exists in moto-mags and yet is there… It’s here… It exists….

What the **** took me so long to realize that?

It’s been a little over five weeks since I permanently side-stepped to the California Central Coast — Five weeks of chaos, and madness, and… well, absolute beauty… Total unadulterated awesomeness… There is a breath and bite to the surroundings here, and touch of insanity that I can’t quite grasp and yet a wonderful ability to just ride… So unfettered… So available… So there.. for the taking…

Who are we not to indulge?









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