what am i going to do when I actually get old? But I went on a motorcycle ride yesterday for the first time in forever. It was freezing, even with my new Christmas present Motorcycle Jacket (waterproof, windproof, lined) and winter gloves. About 3/4th of the way to Alice's Resturant, I was about to cry my fingers hurt so much from being cold.
BUT.. but, I was back on the motorcycle. I had missed her. I missed her beasty strength, her smooth ability to carve turns, to lean and lean left and right and left again. You know, for all that I'm a big anti-romantic grouch, I really do like how I can fall in love again and again with the same people, or my motorcycle. (or with the people who helped me get this motorcycle...)
Anyway, avoiding gravel, wet spots, slick roads, all the issues of riding in weather like this - cold, damp, winter...
I still loved it. Rolling on the throttle in the turns, sitting upright when I was coming into the next turn, dropping my shoulder as I flicked the bar... all of it. Just moving forward again was good for me. My lungs were clear, my breathing good, my eyes were wide open and seeing everything.
Went to alice's - met a fellow queer biker on a hayabusa, short ride with them, and split off to head on home. SO COLD that I had to hop in the shower to warm up afterwards. caught up with byronium, and went to visit basmati at her studio, and then off to get our toes done: http://www.flickr.com/photos/vrika/3145002772/
Off to a non-secular holiday party where I didnt eat the gingerbread, but ate plenty of lumpia and latkes, and then off to watch friends play a Rayman game on the Wii that was disturbingly funny. those dang bunnies and chickens!
Slept so well last night! and now today, after breakfast at Park Place (Hamlettes! so yum!) I went shopping for foods to make kale and bean soup, roasted root veggies, and a roast chicken for dinner tonite. We might have bread. Or maybe someone can be convinced to make biscuits. :)