William D 1956 BMW R50

A Morning Ride to Remember

It is not very often I get up early enough with a good forecast for the afternoon and have time to be able to ride my motorcycle to work. Today was one of those mornings… it was perfect. the breeze was cool but not cold. The sun was up but not in my eyes, the roads were clear from traffic and my BMW R50 fired right up. The tank was full from my ride the day before and this Monday morning was "Perfect". The crisp clean air made the engine come alive with a very gentle kick. Having an air cooled engine the morning air must have been perfect for it, as I started on my journey to work the engine was running with ease. I thought to myself with not a car behind me or in front that this must have been what it was like 35 years ago… to be able to be the king of the road. To not have a care in the world and to be at peace.

Just me, my motorcycle and the open road. With my new clock mounted on my handlebar I looked at it when I left my driveway… not to see “How Fast” I can get to work, but as a reminder that work was calling and to see just how long it takes me to go the “Back way”.

Now the back way means to me… farm land, two lane, maximum speed 55 miles per hour, no stops, country cruising. The kind of ride you see on movies… the kind you wish you had all the time. To my left I can see the Rockies, to the north I can see the rolling hills of the green fertile plains and the large water tank in a small farm town, to my right … the sun filled sky. How nice to be able to drive and really feel one with the road. I could hear the engine hum along… no stress at all, no over taxing the well balanced machine. The feeling of floating along at a quick pace but not feeling rushed. The smell of wet fertile soil on the freshly sowed land brought back to mind a time of care free lazy summer days. An easier time of days in the Marine Corps when all I had to do was get up and run. My legs now replaced by my R50, but the same feeling of going down the path, smelling the morning air, feeling the sun on my cheeks, listening to my breath. One with my thoughts. Now a Morning Run was slightly changed… for this very brief moment in time, this calm and inviting morning…. it is replaced by my Morning Ride.

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