Out of it

I haven't ridden in a month. 2 weeks off camping in the north with the other half and his parents somehow prompted a bad skin rash, which means pulling on my Draggins or any jeans, becomes an exercise of extreme discomfort/pain. I tried riding in to work once, and was so tortured the whole 15 mins there and back, i figured i'd wait another few days until it subsided before giving it another go.

I'm still waiting, and it's been a further 2 weeks.

I was at the gas station this morning filling up the 4 wheeler, and there was a throng of older riders gathered, on tourers mostly (side note: there was a blue Hyosung naked bike among them).

Group ride.

I felt an insane burst of longing, trying not to look too pathetic while walking by the bunch to pay for my fuel.

God i miss being on the bike.

And so i spent most of what turned out to be a rainy day obsessively reading other bikers' blogs. At this point, anything will do.

Here's a blog that's the total opposite of this one: Forty Years on Two Wheels

Doug writes a treat, in layman/-woman context, which means i've been going through his archives without stopping. I haven't gotten to the end of them yet, but at the rate i'm mooching around, i might just before the weekend is over!