This past Saturday, I was invited to ride with a local chapter of a minor motorcycle club. I showed up at the appointed meeting place to a gathering of about 100 bikes...all Harleys. I rolled in, under everyone's watchful eye, and waited for the gilling to begin. But they were well mannered, and even got a few positive comments regarding the flashy paint on my SG. Then I had to make a phone call. When I finished my call, I found I was the only on left in the parking lot (not intentional...hmmm
) Well, I got on the interstate, and caught the group in about 5 minutes. I was only barely speeding, too, which is rare for me. I fell into line, and rode for about a mile in the convoy, until I got a headache from the constant rumble emitted by the Dyna ahead of me. So, the XS and I again left the group, and rolled on. A guy on a H. Softail tried to follow, but by this point I was fed up. I simply was unable to keep at the SG reined in to 70 MPH any longer. I guess bike clubs are not for me...
) Well, I got on the interstate, and caught the group in about 5 minutes. I was only barely speeding, too, which is rare for me. I fell into line, and rode for about a mile in the convoy, until I got a headache from the constant rumble emitted by the Dyna ahead of me. So, the XS and I again left the group, and rolled on. A guy on a H. Softail tried to follow, but by this point I was fed up. I simply was unable to keep at the SG reined in to 70 MPH any longer. I guess bike clubs are not for me...

This is not to endorse speeding, but I think that when you are on a bike, your one small advantage over other traffic is your ability to adjust speed and manuever more quickly. But to do this you have to be paying attention and riding with traffic.
Anyway, the trip was awesome.
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