Went for an afternoon ride on some "fun" local roads. Overtook a small H-D group doing the same. They were pushing their bikes pretty hard in the corners, and of course none were wearing adequate PPE. Not wanting anyone to feel challenged, I hung back and enjoyed the ride, following for a few miles, until our paths parted.
Stopped and visited a fellow quarantined co-worker, and stayed later than I should have, resulting in a ride home in the dark. About 5 miles from home, the car I was following hit the brakes hard, and I saw something fly into the ditch. We pulled to the shoulder, the young lady driving was shook, but unhurt. The deer she smoked didn't fair as well. As her car wasn't disabled, after calling in the accident, I thanked her for clearing my path, and continued very s l o w l y, on my way.
~Yeah, I'm a Boomer. You got a problem with that?!~
2007 FJR AE QuickSilver "The Quickest Color"
1999 XL1200 Sportster "Heritage Custom"
1976 Kawasaki KZ900 "the cow-Wee!" (sold)
1973 Yamaha RD350 "SMOKE'N!" (sold)
1970 MGB "the Wondermobile" Wonder if it'll start? Wonder if it'll stop? Wonder if it'll get me home?