Sometimes you just know that you are going to bite off more than you can chew but you do it anyways. Why? Hell if I know, I just know one thing; when the urge hits to ride I need to get on and go no matter what the weather man, the sky, or my common sense tells me. Well last week I had one of those nights. The bad part is that I suckered my dad into riding with me. The ride started off well enough. I mean we thought we were going to circle around this nice storm that was brewing and heading our and sure enough we did. The night sky continued to be lit up to our west as we were riding south on an old county road up and over a little hill we have here and then down into a valley. We ended up on AL Hwy 75 going south towards Pinson and then we decided we would head over to Fultondale and get behind the storm. That would put it between us and the house and we thought that just maybe by the time we headed back north the skies would part before us.
Wrong!!
Ohhh how wrong we were. We somehow managed to catch it in the middle of a lull. The storm had sort of slowed way down and was just sitting there waiting on us. To top that off it closed us in and started up behind us as we were headed north. Well it didn’t take long before my dad (who was riding my brothers Deluxe sans windshield with a nice half helmet and his prescription spectacles) couldn’t see. Well here I was with my trusty helmet with a fold down shield riding dad’s Heritage. I had no problems seeing, so when he pulled over I was about to rag him for being a wimp (just kidding, he can still kick my ass!). Now I was riding his bike because my brother had yet to offer his bike for me to ride and you just don’t ask to ride another mans bike. Some may say that it is just as bad, and taboo, as asking to borrow his ol’ lady for the night. So needless to say I kind of had to ride my brothers bike and let dad have his Heritage back. For some reason as soon as we pulled out from under that overpass it decided that it really wanted to rain but I was leading the way and never wanting to be the first to throw in the towel I just rolled on the throttle and blasted on down the interstate. It didn’t take us long and we were at our exit and that meant short coffee break before heading home. Right about then the clouds parted and the moon started shining through allowing us to at least blow dry our selves the rest of the way home. The rest was uneventful and it was a fairly calm and relaxing 20 miles the rest of the way. Am I looking forward to the next time the urge hits? You damn right I am!! Did I learn my lesson? Never!!