Okay, let me tell you about this ride I did. It wasn’t exactly planned to be nuts, but it kinda turned out that way.
Getting Started
So, woke up one Saturday, sun was blasting, you know? Had this itch. The bike was sitting there, looking all clean after I’d spent ages polishing it the weekend before. Just felt like I needed to go. Didn’t have a specific place in mind, just wanted to hit the road, maybe head towards the mountains, see where the day took me. Checked the oil, gave the tires a quick squeeze, usual stuff. Threw on my gear – jacket, gloves, helmet. Felt good, solid.
Hitting the Road
Pulled out of the driveway, engine rumbling nice and low. First bit was just getting out of town, usual traffic lights and slow drivers. But then, the road opened up. That’s when things started feeling different. I twisted the throttle a bit more than usual. Felt that pull, the bike just wanting to surge forward. The wind noise picked up inside my helmet. Passed a few cars, maybe a bit quick, but the road was clear. Felt amazing, totally free. Just me, the bike, and the ribbon of asphalt stretching out.
I ended up taking this back road I hadn’t been on in ages. It got twisty, really tight turns snaking through the hills. Had to really lean the bike over, scraping the pegs a couple of times. My focus was absolute, just looking ahead, setting up for the next corner, rolling on the throttle coming out. It was intense. There were a few moments, yeah, where maybe I pushed it a bit close to the edge on a couple of blind corners. Heart was pounding for sure. Saw a deer jump out way ahead at one point, thankfully had plenty of time to slow down, but it was a reminder, you know? Stay sharp.
The “Crazy” Part
The ‘crazy’ wasn’t just speed, it was the distance I ended up covering. I just kept going. Stopped for gas once, grabbed a quick drink and a snack bar, standing by the bike. Didn’t even sit down properly. Back on the road within ten minutes. Sun started getting lower, casting long shadows. I realized I was miles from home, like, really miles. Most folks would have turned back hours ago. But I felt this weird energy, just wanted to keep riding. Rode right through sunset, colors were incredible over the fields. Then it got dark. Riding at night on unfamiliar twisty roads? Yeah, maybe that was the properly crazy bit. Headlight cutting through the black, everything else just gone. Kinda spooky but exhilarating too.
Coming Home
Finally, fatigue started hitting me hard. Shoulders aching, hands stiff. Knew I had to call it a day, or rather, a night. Turned around, took the main highway back, much less exciting but quicker. It was late, really late, when I finally rolled back into my garage. Killed the engine. The silence felt huge. Peeled off my gear, felt like I’d run a marathon. My whole body buzzed.
Stood there for a minute just looking at the bike, covered in bugs and dust. What a machine. What a day. Totally wiped out, but man, felt completely alive. Wouldn’t do it exactly like that every weekend, probably not smart. But sometimes, you just gotta let loose, right? Clear your head. That ride definitely did that.
