No riding. Took Jim’s truck & trailer up to George’s shop to collect the last 56 tires. I also collected a bunch of my parts to take home – everything I need to do the pushrod tube seals on the Airhead, plus a set of Michelin tires and some tubes, and my carb parts.
Fear and anxiety don’t care what kind of bike you ride, so when something that causes you fear and anxiety pops up unexpectedly, you either go or you don’t.
Today I bought a 1966 R 60/2.
Just errands today. Lots of riding in the city.
It’s surprising how many big, heavy military reference books one can fit in a side case. Plus I set a new world record for riding!
Seems weird to ride almost 60 miles just to get gas, but I also stopped to get the side case key George found duplicated. Two keys cost me about $11. Must have gotten the new guy first.
Black leather jacket was a poor choice—after the first stop, hot & sweaty despite temps in the 50s and low 60s. Who knew having black leather on your back in direct sunlight was a heat sink?
Local club breakfast this morning. Great weather, good turnout—had to be 20 or more bikes. Took the long way home to use an E0 pump.
Sold the Indian FTR tonight. Got my full asking price.
Went to Horne’s at the corner to meet Kermit for breakfast. He’s 12 weeks out from his shoulder reconstruction and starting to ride again. Straight out and back run.