Purchased the K9 in January, but after 32 miles went overseas. Sunday was the first decent ride with new gear, 200 miles, all dressed up. Last time I had a road bike was mid 70's yes I'm old as dirt.
Wifey says: "You want me to get on the back of this rocket ship!!!?"
Two up in C mode and first stop a few miles from home at the Arlington hotel for brunch did the trick.
Halfway from Hot Springs in Ola Arkansas, we stop at the "Twist and Grip." We just broke all our previous land speed records in the good ol' US of A.
Harleys everywhere, not too eager to talk to a metric biker and I'm careful, cause they just might grip and twist me!!!
Wifey says: "I smell a Harley!!"
Huh, and I thought I was old as dirt?
After leaving Ola, we ride twisties all the way and arrive at destination Mount Magazine, highest point in Arkansas.
Lunch at the restaurant, the chair decides my jacket is too heavy and falls over backwards. Wifey went to the bathroom, hung her jacket over the cubicle and the door fell off. WTF, how do you drag a knee with this stuff, it's so tight I can't even open my legs! Have to try real hard to slip those booties under the gear lever. And then to get my feet onto the pegs with them leathers, phew! Maybe those Harley riders are smart, no gear no helmets, no Ninja Turtles?
We head back home and again stop halfway at the "Twist and Grip", but this time only metric bikes! They all talk and make friends, not like the Harley dudes.
Even the toughest competition out there, the mighty ZX14 makes friends!
After Ola we head home and even in C mode the Busa just wants to run, after meeting that ZX14. It gave us 47 miles a gallon, with no incidents, other than a deer crossing the road about 100 yards in front of us. Wifey has a sore butt, but we can't wait for our next ride, which will be Eureka Springs in a couple of days.
Wifey says: "You want me to get on the back of this rocket ship!!!?"
Two up in C mode and first stop a few miles from home at the Arlington hotel for brunch did the trick.
Halfway from Hot Springs in Ola Arkansas, we stop at the "Twist and Grip." We just broke all our previous land speed records in the good ol' US of A.
Harleys everywhere, not too eager to talk to a metric biker and I'm careful, cause they just might grip and twist me!!!
Wifey says: "I smell a Harley!!"
Huh, and I thought I was old as dirt?
After leaving Ola, we ride twisties all the way and arrive at destination Mount Magazine, highest point in Arkansas.
Lunch at the restaurant, the chair decides my jacket is too heavy and falls over backwards. Wifey went to the bathroom, hung her jacket over the cubicle and the door fell off. WTF, how do you drag a knee with this stuff, it's so tight I can't even open my legs! Have to try real hard to slip those booties under the gear lever. And then to get my feet onto the pegs with them leathers, phew! Maybe those Harley riders are smart, no gear no helmets, no Ninja Turtles?
We head back home and again stop halfway at the "Twist and Grip", but this time only metric bikes! They all talk and make friends, not like the Harley dudes.
Even the toughest competition out there, the mighty ZX14 makes friends!
After Ola we head home and even in C mode the Busa just wants to run, after meeting that ZX14. It gave us 47 miles a gallon, with no incidents, other than a deer crossing the road about 100 yards in front of us. Wifey has a sore butt, but we can't wait for our next ride, which will be Eureka Springs in a couple of days.
