I used to ride my motorcycle everywhere. I didn’t own a car for the last year and a half I lived in Virginia, and before that I hardly drove my MazdaSpeed 3. Since moving to Minnesota my riding has declined, to the point where I haven’t ridden my Yamaha FJR1300 since October of 2012.
One of the reasons is obvious — the weather. The other reason was my job. I started working in a different part of downtown in December and took the light rail train into work. Parking was a pain in the ass, as well as expensive. There was also a strict business professional dress code (suit and tie) and that type of attire is not suitable for motorcycle commuting.
Anyway, starting tomorrow I’ll be at a new job with a more lax dress code and in a different part of the city. I’ll get to ride my motorcycle to work until the snow starts to fall. Hopefully we’ll have a very mild winter this year, but regardless I’ll be on two wheels as long as I can.
After taking such a long time off I was happy to discover two things:
My FJR started up without much effort after being idle for over nine months. The battery was never on a charger.
When you’re out of the saddle for so long, everything is epic on a motorcycle.
Here’s a completely boring ride, but the music says a lot about how I felt after reuniting with Apollo.