Many thanks go out to all who rode in today’s Bikers for Babies fundraising event for the March of Dimes and those who sponsored us.
Can you imagine a day when every baby is born healthy and strong? The March of Dimes can. The March of Dimes is inspired by all babies, those born healthy and those who need our help to survive and thrive. That is why I am asking you to help me in my support of the March of Dimes through Bikers for Babies. Sponsorship is easy and you’ll feel good for doing it – though of course not as good as all those little kiddies will feel.
It was a beautiful day and I got out of the office a little early; we’d moved my son into his college apartment this past weekend but he’d forgotten a couple of little things — a perfect excuse for a ride. I took a camera along but of course didn’t take as many pictures as I’d like, but anyway… I took the GPS along; here’s the track (and clicking on it will get you the real map).
Once out of Atlana’s traffic, the country road opened up nicely.
There was quite a delay near the town of Oak Hill, with traffic stopped due to road resurfacing. That was a little frustrating, but I was fortunate to be stopped in the shade of a large tree, right next to a couple of beauties set out on display:
Without too much delay things got moving again. I just happened to look down at the instrument panel at the right moment and had to stop for a photo.
It was a beautiful afternoon passing through the countryside, crossing Lake Sinclair…
…and passing through small towns. Here’s Monticello:
I did get to Milledgeville and had a nice dinner with my son and got on the way back home as the sun was going down. I’d passed an example of a cultural icon, the small country church, on my way and wanted to be sure I stopped on the way back. I hadn’t noticed the power lines; I need to find another one that’s without “modern” visual obstructions.
I’d started out about 3:30pm and returned home at about 10:45, it was a long day including work before the ride and dinner in the middle. Long but very satisfying.
For the past few months I’ve been saying that, as soon as I got a new job, I would be getting a motorcycle. I’m sure I’ll write more about the employment front over the next few weeks; for now let’s just say that this has indeed be a good week.
“Being less bad will not save the world,” says my favorite business author Tim Sanders in his latest video: Talk the walk! Go watch, it’s worth a minute forty-three.
FWIW: For various reasons, I’m driving a lot less these days and — just as soon as I’m financially able to — will be buying a vehicle that will get 40-50mpg, take up much less room on the roads, and release much less CO2 per mile into the atmosphere than my current truck.
from Dave Dragon: The Deadly Dozen: 12 Motorcycle Safety Myths and Misconceptions
Motorcyclists should be be extremely cautious about what they hear about motorcycle safety. Some of it may be dangerously wrong.
Yea, go read ’em.
Just one of the many custom bikes on display
Proof that a Harley guy can sit on a Honda without his head exploding
Much of this past week I was in sunny Florida, visiting customers and making sure that projects were moving right along. I’m not a great fan of business travel; we know way too many people who spend 6 of every 7 nights in a hotel and that life’s just not for me. I do enjoy the occasional trip though, and Florida’s almost always a welcome destination.
This time I was to visit two cities, and rather than going back through the whole process (return the rental car, go through security, wait at the gate, etc. etc. etc.) I just drove from Ft. Lauderdale to Orlando. It wasn’t too long a drive, and I got to see plenty of Christmas decorations, Florida style. Even the palm trees get lights here.
As usual, I had loaded up the iPod with plenty of podcasts for my time on the plane and while driving, and just before the trip I’d come across a new one — new to me, anyway. The guys at
Side Stand Up Sydestand Up bill themselves as “The Worlds Only Motorcycle Radio Road Show,” and they’re definately having a bunch of fun. I was listening to it while on my way to Orlando, and was pleasantly surprised to hear them say that they’re broadcasting from a location “on the east bank of Lake Apopka.” Hey, Lake Apopka‘s in Orlando and that’s just where I’m heading!
I sent an email to Tom, one of the hosts of the show. We met up for dinner the next night then went and hung out at a weekly gathering, Bike Night at Steak & Shake.
This little guy enjoys riding in “his” sidecar on grandpa’s bike. After his snack of fries and a milkshake, he was ready to get back on the road.
Even after the passenger’s ready and grandpa’s got his helmet on, good conversation continues.
Here’s Tom himself, pausing for a quick shot next to his “rolling scrapbook.” There are stickers on there from Key West to Pike’s Peak to Alaska and all sorts of places in between.
Tom’s trusty BMW has taken him all over the country, and he’s planning an even longer trip in the upcoming year. It sounds like an exciting adventure, and I’m looking forward to hearing of his travels.
Boy do I ever want to buy a motorcycle. I used to ride, then sold my bike when my sons got to the age where there T-Ball games, Soccer games, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts etc. were more important. Those were great times, and I don’t begrudge one bit the time that I spent in a car, van or truck.
But the boys are pretty much beyond needing me to ferry them around any more, and I’m wanting to get back riding again.
It doesn’t help that my good friend Allen rides to work every day and I see his bike parked there next to my truck. Beckonning, calling, tempting me.
And then today I see this. “The Dream House 500 is a charity fundraising event to support Dream House for Medically Fragile Children” — and its beginning/ending point is practically right here in my back yard.
Now I have a “need” to find the buck$ and get back on two wheels within the next month or so.
I know, I know… “Need is a relative thing these days, It borders on desire” *
But still… it’s for the kids.