It Takes PicturesPosted: January 30, 2011
Today’s was one of those furtive winter rides – the kind where you nip out for half an hour just to run the engine up to temperature because the roads are momentarily free of ice, the battery needs charging, and because you wonder if you’ve forgotten how to ride a motorcycle.
Only two things of note happened. I was asked a stupid question at the gas station, and I went faster than the law allows on the freeway.
First the gas station: The fuel gauge on the Kawasaki reads a bar lower when the bike is on the side stand. Consequently, when you start the bike with a quarter tank, it flashes “FUEL” on the dash like it’s going to run dry any second. Knowing I only had a 30 minutes of riding before my tenders would freeze, I rode to the gas station.
It was a busy place this afternoon – As I was selecting my fuel grade from the pump, the gentleman refueling from the other side of the island got my attention with an “Excuse me…”
I turned and said “Hi”.
He said “If you don’t mind my asking, is that some kind of camera on your helmet?”
I said “Yes, it is.”
He asked “What does it do?”
I said “It takes pictures.”
“Oh,” he said, “I just hadn’t seen anything like that before.”
I left the conversation at that.
Once gassed up, I jumped on the freeway and followed some truck or another to about the next exit. I was getting cold. So when I had an opportunity, I passed, saw some open road, and covered the next mile in something less than thirty seconds. Then I got off the freeway, and rode home.