“Inspiration” definition includes breathing, creativity, illumination.

I went for a ride yesterday. Clouds spotted the sky, but it was not overcast and the temperatures weren’t above 100F. It was lovely. When I woke up at 06:40 I had little feeling except an awareness that I wanted to be out of my house and on my bike. I put on my leathers and locked the door at 07:10. I knew I needed to eat, but the impulse over-rode my hunger. By 07:15 I was on the highway.

There are days when riding is not for pleasure or for practice, but sheer necessity. Only other motorcyclists understand how helpful being on the bike can be.

I rode north for an hour and a half up curvy mountainy roads. It was beautiful. My head cleared somewhat, but the low rumbling note of the exhaust pipe was conferring no answers.

Inspiration is that unique feeling of a lock and key fitting together, and click… something opens and you draw what feels like the first real breath you have felt in years.

I want to breathe again.


Wow. I didn’t realize it has been a couple of weeks since I posted. The RD project is burbling along. The frame returned from the sandblasters last Friday, but my painter friend has been out-of-town… We will paint the frame on Thursday and then I can start putting the bike back together.

I have just a few things left to do for the bike (aside from re-assembly). I wanted to modify the battery box, get and mount a regulator rectifier, paint the engine side cases, get some kind of simple tach/speedo and chuck the idiot cluster. That’s all!