Sunday, 17 January 2010
Back in the saddle
Today is the first time since I had my operation that I've had the weather and the nerves to get back in the saddle. They say that for those who lock their bikes up for winter are the ones more likely to have an accident when they finally get back on their bikes, because they think that they can ride as fast in winter as they did in the summer. I rode my amazing 'Black Thunder' last November for the very last time before the snow came. But having had almost almost three weeks off work due to the operation on my left leg. Not sure how my injury would hold out, still got some nasty painful bruising visible, but I had to go for it... today is the day I regain my nerve back. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I decided that the weather conditions today were now ideal to get back on her. I have to admit though I was some how dubious of straddling her, starting the engine then figuring what to do next. It didn't take me long once I'd got over my nerves to knock her into first and slowly ride down the drive. Indicate right, glance in both directions, off I went. With the sun dazzling through the naked trees like a strobe light. I flicked down my tinted visor knocked her into second then third, fourth then fifth and I was away into the distance. The first bend was the same bend that I go round every time I drive out of our village. It hadn't changed, it was still the same sharpness. As I approached it my stomach rolled with the movement of the bike, knocked her down in to fifth then fourth, the engine roared, I leaned her over to my left and out the other side back up the gears into fifth then sixth. My nerves had gone. I was back in the saddle and loving every minute of it. With the roar of the 1300cc engine between my thighs, a broad smile inched it's way across my face. I had this vivid picture in the back of my mind of Spiky holding on tight. Her arms wrapped around my waist, a picnic of delectable delights tucked away in the top box, the wind behind and the sand dunes in the distance... but that's just my wicked mind coming into play. I have to admit it did feel great to be wearing my black leathers again and be Queen of the road once more.