ARFJR
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Had an experience the other morning I just had to share.
0530 hours, en route 30 miles I-40 to work, 55 degrees, calm, sunlight just showing, tooling along at 75 on my beautiful FJR on an equally beautiful morning. Life is good!
Crested a hill viewing 2 miles of straight, flat, empty, smooth highway. Rationalized what I was about to do by thinking I needed to make sure my well scrubbed-in BT021s were balanced properly. What would you do?
I lowered the touring screen, tucked myself down behind it, and opened the throttle wide.
It's amazing how fast the bike reached its' terminal velocity. At an indicated 150mph, the ride was smooth, and eerily quite. No wind buffeting, no screaming mechanicals, no steering head shake. The white lines on the road reminded me of picket fence slats blurring together.
The two miles seemed to dissipate even faster than when the FJR was accelerating. Taillights on the truck ¼ mile ahead were showing. Time to slow things back to responsible speed. What a bike.
Past said truck, signaled and pulled back into the right lane. Then had that old rude surprise of blue lights in the mirrors. Busted! Signaled right again, pulled to the right edge of the paved shoulder, turned off bike, thought about spending the beautiful day in the gray rock hotel.
Arkansas State Troopers always present themselves very professionally. Officer Friendly was no exception. He had a nice smile for me this morning. Staying in the saddle, I removed my helmet, sat it over the left mirror, turned to look the Trooper in the eye, and in a rhetorical way I uttered, "What can I say?" He replied, "May I see your license please". Before returning to his cruiser, he paused, looked me over, then the bike, then the rear tire, then asked, "What year is your bike".
After what seemed to be an excessive amount of time, he returned, handed my license to me and said "Tom, your driving record is clear. I've got better things to do this morning. Slow down and keep an eye out for deer". The only thing I could think to respond with besides "Thanks" was "Merry Christmas", which I did. This outstanding defender of the public trust then said, "I've got one too. I understand. Have a safe ride."
Was this a good Karma or good luck?
BTW, the tires appeared to be balanced properly.
0530 hours, en route 30 miles I-40 to work, 55 degrees, calm, sunlight just showing, tooling along at 75 on my beautiful FJR on an equally beautiful morning. Life is good!
Crested a hill viewing 2 miles of straight, flat, empty, smooth highway. Rationalized what I was about to do by thinking I needed to make sure my well scrubbed-in BT021s were balanced properly. What would you do?
I lowered the touring screen, tucked myself down behind it, and opened the throttle wide.
It's amazing how fast the bike reached its' terminal velocity. At an indicated 150mph, the ride was smooth, and eerily quite. No wind buffeting, no screaming mechanicals, no steering head shake. The white lines on the road reminded me of picket fence slats blurring together.
The two miles seemed to dissipate even faster than when the FJR was accelerating. Taillights on the truck ¼ mile ahead were showing. Time to slow things back to responsible speed. What a bike.
Past said truck, signaled and pulled back into the right lane. Then had that old rude surprise of blue lights in the mirrors. Busted! Signaled right again, pulled to the right edge of the paved shoulder, turned off bike, thought about spending the beautiful day in the gray rock hotel.
Arkansas State Troopers always present themselves very professionally. Officer Friendly was no exception. He had a nice smile for me this morning. Staying in the saddle, I removed my helmet, sat it over the left mirror, turned to look the Trooper in the eye, and in a rhetorical way I uttered, "What can I say?" He replied, "May I see your license please". Before returning to his cruiser, he paused, looked me over, then the bike, then the rear tire, then asked, "What year is your bike".
After what seemed to be an excessive amount of time, he returned, handed my license to me and said "Tom, your driving record is clear. I've got better things to do this morning. Slow down and keep an eye out for deer". The only thing I could think to respond with besides "Thanks" was "Merry Christmas", which I did. This outstanding defender of the public trust then said, "I've got one too. I understand. Have a safe ride."
Was this a good Karma or good luck?
BTW, the tires appeared to be balanced properly.
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