Photo courtesy of Panoramio
As we rounded the last house on the street, the blue waters of Playa Norte finally revealed themselves to me. I stopped, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. The morning breeze, thick with the ocean’s moisture, gently caressed my face like a mother’s hand. Seagulls squawked overhead, and the warm, bitter aroma of guano that pervades the Peruvian coast drifted into my nostrils. I opened my eyes and took a long, loving look around. There was the small park with the tiny lawn, the half-buried white stones, the cluster of nicely painted houses. There were the black cliffs above my house and the thatched patio that jutted out over the rocks. There was the royal blue Pacific, sparkling through the mist, undulating with swells slowly making their way toward shore, tumbling over themselves into sparkling white foam, and rushing in a hush onto the sand. During the last month of school I had dreamed of this moment at least once per class period. This humble but lovely creation of God had been responsible for a full grade point off my average. And now it was responsible for letting me forget all about politics.
Excerpt from Part 2 of Tocayos, which I hope to publish in the Spring of 2016. Part 1 is published here.
The ride home from Palmer Lake normally takes 20 minutes, but at night I slow down so I can dodge the deer who like to play Spook The Biker along that stretch of 105. That’s a perfect road for a Softail, and at 45 mph the ride lasts even longer. The moon was out tonight, lighting up the edges of the clouds. I’m scared of the dark. Less so outside than inside. But when the moon is out I am comforted by something that feels like the mother energy of goddesses.
Photo courtesy of http://1000awesomethings.com/2010/04/14/527-the-night-before-a-really-big-day/
I’ve ridden Route 50 across Utah and Nevada a few times. It’s always best on an FX Softail such as a Deuce, Night Train, Standard, Custom, or Springer. I wish Harley would go back to designing elemental motorcycles like the FX Softails instead of putting all its energy into making its baggers more and more like cars.
I’ve traded my FX Softails for baggers so often I’ve come close to despair. I always go back. I love riding the FX Softails so much I want to ride them more. So I trade them for baggers, which let you ride farther and longer. But baggers are different. Even the Road King, a Bagger Lite, is different. The difference is subtle, but it’s important to me.
I’ve got an 05 Springer, now. Instead of forcing it to do 600-700 mile days, I’m going to try something new. I’m going to imagine being satisfied with 300 or even 200 miles days. Ride the two lanes, not the highways. Ride nice and slow. And stop when I want to.
I’d like to ride the Springer under moonlight across Nevada’s Route 50 with that attitude. Bucket list for sure.