by hennesse » Sun Apr 24, 2022 6:24 pm
Saturday in Oley brought sprinkles in the morning, followed by overcast until noon, when I pulled out. Good old Sol was a merry old Soul, and beamed down upon me in increasing amounts the further I progressed in a Southerly direction.
Sunday in Warrenton, VA dawned sunny and warm, and continued to get more of both. The hydrargyrum* peaked at about 87 (*chemical symbol Hg, commonly called quicksilver or Mercury), so it was a perfect day for a motorcycle ride.
So I fired up my 52-year-old 1970 Sportster XLCH around 3pm, and headed off on some of my favorite country roads. After a pleasant five miles, a pickup truck approached, flashing his headlights, and when I drew near, gave me a "slow down" hand signal.
Well, it was unlikely that it was a policeman, or even another car, but I slowed down nonetheless.
'Twas a Jack and a Jenny, munching contentedly on the grass on the side of the road. When they heard the sound of the eXceLent XLCH approaching, they looked back at me, said "Uh-oh", and started trotting down the road, shifting into the left lane a little ahead of me. So I followed in the right lane, and they led the big parade, with 76 trombones right behind.
After a mile or so, they made an abrupt (no turn signal) left hand turn into a gravel driveway, and 883 cubic centimeters followed. We went up a long driveway to a house, where I stopped and blew my horn. Of course, no one was at home.
Jenny turned around and gave Jack a piece of her mind with a flying kick of both rear hooves. My vocabulary is limited, but I think she said "You Jack-ass, you said we could sneak out for a quick adventure, and no one would notice we were gone". They ran behind the house and back into a field, and I decided that my job was done.
So I turned the Sportster roadward, and put many a pleasant mile behind me before I got home and fed the chickens.
I hope you had an equally adventurous weekend.
Dave