Yesterday I took Stormshadow out to Ypsilanti for breakfast at the Bomber Restaurant with some of the guys from Michigan Motormen, a motorcycle club in the area. The weather reminded me very much of the UP: cold, windy, and heavy, fast-moving clouds. All that was missing were pine forests and the echoing call of crows. Is it weird that I feel at home in that setting? I must be pining for the fjörds.
Because of the weather, only three other guys showed up, and afterward decided the weather was too crappy for a long ride that day. The food at the Bomber was very good, cheap, and really filling. I had their (giant) breakfast burrito full of eggs, ground chorizo sausage, cheese, and hashbrowns. I didn't eat again until 5pm.
Merrill, whom I'd met at the Aut Bar on Friday, showed me some good side roads to take back to the house instead of just the boring I-94 run. Oak Valley Drive in particular was nice and twisty. We talked motorcycles, home ownership, and job histories for awhile, then when he left I washed the bike and cleaned all the webs and spiders out of the carport ceiling. By then the weather had turned nearly perfect, so we could have gone for a longer ride after all. X-(
Mom's coming to visit this afternoon since she's off today; maybe she'll help me start taping off the dining room in preparation for painting. Aaron will be back tomorrow evening, so we can get started Wednesday.
Saturday I took Stormshadow to my buddy Adam’s and back to play Exalted. It was my first time on a highway and the first time I took the bike above 55 MPH. There were stretches of M-59 where I was cruising between 70-80 MPH. It was also really windy that day, so I had to keep from getting blown around in my lane. Fun ride though.
Thursday night we headed down to Royal Oak for the weekly crotch rocket display up and down Main St. Because Aaron had had little sleep, he wasn’t up to riding the bike down there, leaving it to me this time.
The trip down to Ryan and Jayson’s house was uneventful, and I only stalled once for a split-second at the corner of Catalpa and Mortenson when I realized I was about to pass my turn and someone at the intersection honked their horn.
I tried on Jayson’s spare Dainese leather racing suit, which mostly fit everywhere except my calves are too thick to pull the lower leg zippers over. There are worse reasons for it not to fit I guess. I do however have to get me one of those suits someday soon, cuz it looks HOT.
I followed Jayson down to Royal Oak, parked in front of Gamestop, and wandered up and down Main, ogling the bikes and riders. We met up with Jerry, an acquaintance of Jayson’s and, we discovered later, one of ‘s exes. Small world.
After an hour or so of this, hunger prevailed, so we saddled up and headed to Red Coat Tavern, which required me to make my first ride up Woodward Ave. It was only slightly nerve-wracking. Dinner was great as always, but I think we’re about done with that place. It always takes forever to get in and the seating is uncomfortable.
After dinner, I took Woodward up to Maple, back to Coolidge, and home. This time I was riding Woodward at night, which made me a little more nervous, but not much. The red LEDs in the body panels look so cool in the dark. :o)