Quality Time

As long as I’ve owned a motorcycle, my daughter has remarked she would like me to take her home to her mom’s after her weekend at our house on my bike. Usually she has so much stuff with her I simply cannot get it all on a motorcycle (especially when I had the Sportster). Well today all of the planets aligned for her. She had brought just the basics. When we woke up it was raining, thundering and lightning. When we got out of the morning worship service, the rain was gone and the sun was peeking out. By the time we had lunch, and she started gathering her things, it looked absolutely beautiful outside. So, I told her to get her leathers and boots on and load her things on Rosie.

The trip from out house to my daughter’s mother’s house is around an hour’s worth of riding. As we set out on GA SR 369, the sun was shining and a cool wind kept things comfortable. The mufflers on Rosie keep things manageable enough that we could carry on a conversation without an intercom system, so we chatted away while we rode. Once on GA SR 20, traffic was a little bit busier but still enjoyable. After passing a few slower vehicles when the occasional passing lane came about, we came up on two other bikes and followed in staggered formation.

When we stopped at the traffic light just before the ramp to I-575, the two other bikes were stopped side by side in front of us. I had just put a foot down when I heard the sound of tires sliding on asphalt. I quickly scanned the mirrors, ready to release the clutch and make an evasive maneuver. I looked up in time to see a car smash into the back bumper of the car stopped behind us. Thankfully no one was injured and the car behind us did not lurch forward into us. I told my daughter that is exactly why I keep the bike in 1st gear and watch the mirrors when stopped at intersections.

The other two bikes seemed to be headed in the same general direction that we were travelling, so we continued to follow along. A few miles outside of Canton, I noticed another bike had joined in behind us. When we stopped at the traffic signal at the ramps for I-75, the bike behind us stopped be side us. A couple of nice folks about 10 years my senior and their Chihuahua were decked out in their rain gear riding a gorgeous blue Honda Goldwing. We had a brief chat before the light changed, and soon they were turning off their own direction.

We eventually parted ways with the two lead bikes and made the way to my daughter’s mother’s house. I could tell that my daughter was loving riding down her street on a motorcycle as we neared her driveway. As she pulled off her leathers and retrieved her luggage, I saw a very big grin on her face. This was probably one of the shortest rides I have been on in the last several months, but it was hands down the most rewarding.

-Peace

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