As you may recall from
yesterday’s ride report, my tires still need air. I suited up, and that mesh stuff dried out enough to wear. Gloves and boots, not so much. Since the sole on my Kochman boots is almost totally peeled off, I dug out the first bike boots I ever got. Had them for over twelve years, haven’t put them on for over two. Also had to wear my black gloves which leave black crap on my hands.
Yeah, they are Harley engineer boots, with the cute little buckle.
So the bike is still where I parked it last night!
But the weather is oddly different. Instead of water falling from the sky, there was some sort of bright light that felt warm on the skin.
The above shot was taken by resting a camera on the grab bar of an idling bike. Nice.
This is what I like to see, Free Air.
I’ve used this Hess compressor before, but today it had a bad gasket or something. It let more air out that it could ever replace, so I left with like 15 psi in my back tire, half of what I’d started with. Let’s hit the Sonoco. Yeah, air is still free here, and you can even dial in the pressure and listen to little bells and stuff. Actually, the back angled valve was really nice, and I might have to start buying gas here again.
And on to the post office to get a registered letter.
It’s from the Newark PD telling me that my SV650 (stolen June 2006) has been recovered, and that I need a valid registration and insurance to get it back. Of course for all I know, it’s a burnt twisted wreck.
Anyway, I had to boogey down the Garden State Parkway to New Brunswick. I get to see this sign every day, and the white bar once upon a time said MOTORCYCLES.
The story is that late multimillionaire
Malcolm Forbes was sick of trying to get around the state on his Harleys (I think he had a Gold Wing too) while avoiding the Parkway, so he used his influence to open the road up to us. Thanks Malcolm! Oh, I did see a rider once on the road wearing the colors of Forbes’ club, the Capitalist Tools.
Superslab: Parkway South to NJ Turnpike South to Route 1…to New Brunswick, home of the first collegiate football game (Rutgers vs. Princeton) and the family from
Charles In Charge. I was there to donate platelets. I do this as a way of paying it forward, and because it allows we to lay back and watch television in an air conditioned room and be thought of as a humanitarian. They also have copious incentives. Give blood and blood products everybody.
Previously I mentioned how one can secure gear to a parked bike by routing a cable through sleeves, chinbars, etc. and looping both ends to the helmet holder. It looks like this.
Check out the bus. People of every color have the same heart, but only women have mouths.
They were using purple bandages today, and I brought the tankbag in with me.
I swung by Sport Honda to check out helmets. Basically the HJC Sy-Max was all they had in modular.
But right next door is Cross Country BMW & Ducati. Who also have Nolans and Shoeis that don’t fit my head. But honestly their staff is more helpful that the hot little teen girls over at Honda.
Also on the way is my parents’ house. They’re on vacation, and it shows.
I also visited mom’s garden and picked both of the ripe veggies, a cherry tomato and a banana pepper.
Oh, look, they’ve got some fresh pavement around the corner, let’s try that out.
It was ok, nothing special.
