but not the bike.
Today I did my first road trip on my new bike. The morning started out chilly but as the sun warmed the sky the day became pleasant.
I had a quasi route laid out but it was subject to change. I didn’t make my ultimate goal but that’s fine it was still a nice ride.
Ozello was my goal, about 50 miles north of me. If I took the main road it would have been an hour and 30 minute trip one way.
That wasn’t how I wanted to go. I took side roads, back roads, roads less traveled.
IT was wonderful, hardly any traffic, quiet, I could go as fast as I wanted or as slow as I wanted.
About 2 hours in I stopped for a cup of coffee and to stretch my legs. I had an idea of where I was but not specific.
I’m glad I had my GPS with me and my Kindle as I was able to pull up Google maps where I was>Form that location I could go east or west.
I choose west and headed for the Weeki Wachee and the Gulf.
There was a bit more traffic through there until I hit 19 and crossed over.
Then it was once again open winding roads, salt creeks and marsh land.
After finding a couple parks and taking some pictures I turned around and headed back.
As I was moving south something popped into my mind, of a road I used to travel many years ago.
There was a farm there that used to have some unusual animals.
It was not out of the way on the trip back so I decided to check it out.
Sure enough the farm was still there and so were the animals.
I pulled off on a road along side the farm and started taking pictures>
Getting back on my bike I pulled out on the main road road but pulled over again to take more pictures.
In my haste I left the key on and my GPS on.
When I got back on the bike it wouldn’t start.
The battery had run down.
Okay, no problem I thought, I was on the uphill side of a grade.
I’ll wake the bike across the road, get some momentum and jump start the engine.
A good plan.
When I got to the other side of the road there was some traffic coming so I moved off on the shoulder.
Now mind you I.m not on the bike, I’m pushing it.
The cars went past and I went to get on the bike and as I did I lost my balance.
I went down, the bike went down.
Now I suppose most would think this is terrible, and it was.
This was also a moment of truth for me, could I get the bike back up?
Thankfully I could with no problem.
What was even nicer was someone had come around the curve saw the bike down and stopped asking if I needed any help.
I already had the bake back up and was glad that I knew now that I could.
Getting on I rolled it down the grade, jump started it and off I went.
So other then my pride being a bit bruised, every thing was fine.
The trip went well, the bike handled well and was very comfortable to ride.
Looking forward to planning another trip soon, maybe a little further out next time.