|07-05-2009, 09:24 PM||#1|
The Himalayan what?
Joined: Mar 2007
Just one day
I just had one of those rides, the kind that get etched in your head forever.
Without even shaving I packed the telescopic fishing rod and hit the road on my DR650 with my only goal being to ride until sunset and maybe get a little lost or do some fishing.
Took some gravel back roads up to hwy 48 and rode along the shore line for a while on a beautiful summer day watching the boats and my speed for children crossing the pavement from a shore line strewn with sun sand and pretty girls.
Just when I thought I reached the end I hit about a mile of dirt road with people sitting outside on patio chairs at ice cream parlors on a dusty road with old time country stores watching me negotiate the terrain standing on the pegs at speed which had the beer drinking contingent standing up to watch me disappear.
The road continued along the shoreline for an hour or so with motorcyclists coming in the opposite direction, some with pillion and all giving a wave which I gladly obliged.
I ended up in a small town with no idea how to get home and pulled over at a local chicken joint, ordered up a three piece and sat on a table underneath a willow tree right next to the DR parked there, with a fence and an embankment on the other side when I spotted two little cats that looked pretty hungry.
I threw scraps at them while I ate and they would smell around sometimes missing what I gave but ended up eating all three pieces, the fries were good.
I found a hwy going south and pegged it with my feet on the passenger pegs for a few miles when I spot a police cruiser taking interest in me.
I got off at the next exit for a mile or so and spotted a fishing hole right off the side of the road with some fathers & sons, families, young couples picnicking and an old hippie couple watching their bobbers floating in the water.
I rode down the grassy hill and set the kickstand in the grass right next to the lake but the grass was wet and the bike began to sink so I wolfed down a can of coke I had in my pack , crushed it and set it under the stand.
I pulled out the telescopic rod with a weedless jig and plastic minnow and started jigging through the weeds and it wasn't ten minutes before I thought I got snagged on a log... but then my line went nuts and a crowd of people were suddenly standing around me and my bike.
The hippie guy ran back to where he was sitting and grabbed a net yelling for me to pull in my line, "Damn you got a monster on the end of that line, maybe it's a pike... or even a muskie!!" I took my time and let the fish tire out and everyone was pointing to his tail sticking out of the water as he was close to shore right in the weeds, one last woosh of his tail and I finally reeled him into the net.
Someone says "I got tools in the car, you want me to grab some pliers?" everyone was so excited over this stupid fish it was quite comical.
I declined and just pulled the hook out with my hands and grabbed it by the gills and held it up for all to see... and then a round of applause from all, like some weird movie .
For a second I debated throwing it into my rear pack but decided it wasn't a good idea.
The hippie weighed it and it was 6 lbs, I let him keep it for dinner which his wife promised to cook for him tonight and they were really appreciative and soon after everyone switched from using bobbers to jigging.
I thought now would be a good time to make a quick exit thinking I show up and catch the resident monster and then ride away, people will tell stories about me for years, the lone rider who caught the elusive lake monster, yes now is a good time to make my exit.
I get on my bike and notice a very steep hill behind me, where'd that come from? two seconds later my rear tire spins out from underneath me and i'm on my ass with the handlebars and footpegs buried in the wet grass... so much for my cool exit.
Struggling to get the bike free and trying to lift it back up I see the skinny old hippie guy get up and start running towards me from one direction, and a younger stocky man sitting under a tree with his wife coming at me from the other... I'm hoping the fat guy gets here first .
He helps me (ok he lifted it) get the bike up and I start it and walk it up the hill.
I pull over a few miles down the road and pull up my left pant leg where the footpeg caught me, hurts like hell but all is well and I'm riding home thinking about the events of today... rode along the shore, down some dirt roads, fed some cats, caught a fish, wiped out... I smiled all the way home.
Where'd you ride today?
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