Live to Ride, Ride to Live...

Finally, after literally months of wanting to, I got a chance to ride my hog to Springfield. I've been wanting to go to Hall's to get a Tshirt ever since I saw where it was (we drove past it when we went to the airport for our Nevada trip). Since then, it was too hot, or it was raining, I had to work, it was my birthday, or any number of things. Today was finally my day. It was a nice ride down old route 36...

I've done this on 2 wheels before, but it's been 25 years ago. My friend Kevin and I decided we were going to venture to Springfield -- why? I don't know, because it was there I guess. I was riding his Jawa moped, and he was riding his bicycle. I was carrying our provisions (water, lunches, jars of premeasured 2-cycle oil for fuel stops on the moped) and providing wind blocking for Kevin. We did fine until we reached the end of old 36, and couldn't figure out how to get into town (old 36 merges into the interstate, a no-no for bicycles and mopeds). So we stopped a nearby house, and they told us where we needed to go -- and we made it in town. We stopped at a motorcycle dealership (not Hall's, my destination this trip). Kevin was exhausted though, so we called his girlfriend to come over and pick him up, while I made the long trip solo back home.

Needless to say, this trip was a little different. No one got sick, I didn't carry any provisions along with me (except for a wallet with plastic in it), and the whole trip there and back took less time than the trip home the first time.

It was louder though...