A great recovery day in LA.
I woke up feeling good. No new rotator cuff pain. No additional wrist stiffness (I broke a tendon there). A touch sore in the shoulders but only so much as to remind me I actually did something yesterday. Even my bunions were behaving.
Ah, age!
The weather was cool and beautiful so I spent much of the morning outside washing the bike, and then caught up on a dozen or thirty Docusigns (what a marvelous invention!). Afterwards I went to Dim Sum with Richelle and two friends.
A damn nice day.
A few random observations from the trip.
- In roughly 1,200 miles I saw no political signage or bumperstickers. I did see a little sticker on the pump in the Rawlins’ “Stinker” gas station (The establishment really did smell!). The sticker was a little picture of a smiling Biden pointing at the digital total; its caption: “I did that.” In my case, the total was something like eight bucks, so the joke was muted but still worth a chuckle. Nevertheless, not a single endorsement for either candidate in Colorado, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, Nevada, or California. ‘Nuff said.
- Checking my mileage while pulling out of the gas station in Victorville, CA, I noticed it read “666.0” and made a mental note to tread a little more carefully. I stumbled at the station’s exit ramp, pulled up a little short because of it, and darn if a car didn’t whip by the station entrance at high speed. Death averted.
- The bike is brilliant with incredible handling and a rush of unbelievable power from 40-90. It did not miss a beat and polished up quite nicely this morning. I would describe it as Harley’s answer to BMW. It has three quirks: 1. The front tire is very sensitive when leaned over in a fast corner. I have termed this “Gingerfoot.” Opinions? Tire pressure?; 2. The fuel filler opening in the gas tank is recessed with an internal gateway that the fuel nozzle actually slides into—California emissions? Impossible to manipulate with exhausted hands. The result: gas splashes all over the tank; 3. The dealer installed those heated grips, and the bars have never been straight since. Four mechanics have worked on it, and the last two have insisted they are now straight. I am a princess and they are off by a pea.
I will try to write something more intellectual later in the week!
Have a great night!
Onwards! 