“Hey, do we have any liquid seasoning,” I asked my wife.
“I don’t think so. But we have chicken bouillon, if that’s what you’re looking for,” she responded.
It wasn’t. Not even close.
So I said:
“I’m going for a ride.”
Cut to – the leather jacket and gloves, a pair of high-top gray Nike’s, and my ROOF Daytona R010, which I’ve been all too happy to be wearing again as of late since picking up the NT650. I never did feel right wearing this helmet on any of my sportbikes, but on a naked motorcycle – it’s the cherry up top.
There are two Safeway stores that probably carried liquid seasoning, both of which are five minutes from my house on a motorcycle, but there is also an Asian market that definitely carried it, about ten miles south off of the 880 freeway. Even for a quick run, I’d want the bike clearing its lungs out of top gear, so it was a no-brainer.
It took me longer to roll the bike off its stand and out of my garage onto the driveway than it did me walking into the store, then out with my bottle of liquid seasoning. But you know what they say – it’s not the destination; it’s the 15-minute journey that you then stretch out to an hour by taking the long and winding way back home.
Or something like that.
But yeah, why not, right? I was already out on the bike and the day was too nice to be hurrying back. So I skipped the freeway for the return run, and terrorized the inner-city streets to make my way to the back road that would instead take me home. Because I’ve taken a leave from anything resembling sport-riding, I simply cruised through Palomares Road on the NT650, further delaying the trip back and prolonging the joyride.
It’s nice to slow things back down, to sit simply still on the bike while you see more than you used to because things aren’t flying past you as fast as you used to make them. It even stretches a quick errand like such on a Sunday afternoon, and turn it to a nice way to cap off your week, to segue into the new one.
So go ahead – think of a reason to ride. Any reason.
I guarantee it would be a good reason to ride.