I rode to work today. I left late, and with not quite enough gas to make it to the office. I pulled off the freeway at Boone’s Crossing and found a gas station with an attached McDonalds. I filled up, parked, bought a soda and a Southern Style Chicken Sandwich, and sat down in a booth just in time to join a conference call.

After a successful call, I saddled back up and rode the rest of the way in to work.

My return trip at the end of the day was when the misery started. I was stuck in stop and go traffic no less than four times in the space of my 55 mile trip. It was hot, and other drivers were as cranky as I was.

There’s something about freeway commuting that can suck the fun right out of motorcycle riding.



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