Friday, August 15, 2014

I tend to procrastinate...

at least, on certain things. I actually started writing this post 3 years ago, and am only now getting back to it. Sometimes I plan to do things that for whatever reason I never end up getting around to. This blog is one of those things. I've been commuting on my motorcycle for the past couple years, weather permitting, but lately I've ridden in weather that I previously would never think about riding in. Now, I'm finally starting to write about my experiences in doing so.

A little bit about me

I took my Motorcycle Safety Foundation beginner class in the summer of 1993. My dad had a 1979 Suzuki GS425E, and my mom a GS250. While I was taking the MSF class, I had a learner permit, so between those two bikes, I got out and rode as much as I could. Once, while riding the 250 on a winding road in Woodbury, some overzealous volunteer EMTs ran me off the road, then helped me extricate my ankle from between the rear wheel and fender.

I rode the 425 while I was in school in Rochester, then after I moved to Ann Arbor, rode the 81 GS850G that my dad gave me. Sometimes I would commute to Detroit on it. My dad came out for a visit once on his GSX1100G, and we rode up across the Mackinac Bridge to the U.P. (that's the upper peninsula of Michigan for the uninitiated), and all the way around Lake Superior. A few years later after I moved back to Connecticut, we rode to a rally in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. The past several years though, most of my riding has been commuting to work, roughly 40 miles round trip. I recently bought my first modern bike, a 2012 Triumph Bonneville SE. So far, I've put about 3000 miles on it, mostly from commuting on 84 through the Hartford area.