He he, yeah... that seems like eons ago, Alan. Thanks for not mentioning that I was wearing just a tee shirt and jeans at the time.
Yeah, I had a good (bright yellow) helmet on, and gloves, and boots, but my (poor) excuse was that it was summer , and being a native northern New Englander, I'm not able to withstand high temps very well. I started out that day with a leather jacket on , but it was stuffed into a side bag when we crossed paths. Kind'a the same way a pirate straps his DOT helmet on the back seat when he crosses into (no helmet required) New Hampshire. Mea Culpa.
More to the point, this was before I saw the true light, and converted to the
wise ways of ATGATT. With the right gear (now), I am far more comfortable even in the summer heat with my gear on than with it off, and wouldn't dream of riding out of my driveway without good protective gear.
And it is interesting to wonder, in a butterfly effect sort of way, what would have happened had we never crossed paths that day. After our exchange, I learned of a "group ride" of FJR enthusiasts that would ride through a series of covered bridges hat fall. Though I had never participated in anything like a group ride before, we (my good wife and trusty pillion, Josie, and I) attended that day, had a great time, and the rest is history.
Thanks for being such great FJR friends through all these years. We can all get old and cranky sometimes, I am certainly not immune to that disease. But a good look in the rear-view mirror is often what it takes to appreciate our own good fortunes.