I am shamefully behind in getting this post written...this particular ride was a memorable and fun time and since we don't often get to meet our blogging pals, it was especially nice.
For those of you who haven't read Ronman's blogs, please go on over to http://www.ridesroadsandronman.com/ and meet Ronman.
On May 14th, I met Ronman first by being passed on the road and saluted...Ronman on his bike and me driving Maxine toward her final stop for the night. Unless you drive a truck for a living and are also a biker, you wouldn't maybe understand what that kind of exchange is like, but I will say that Ronman later more than made up for reminding me who was on 2 wheels and who had 16 wheels too many!!
Ronman knows where my fuel stop is and he of course got there ahead of me and parked "Doll Baby" in front of my fuel island. (see pic) If you've ever wondered who takes Ronman's pictures...he does. I had my digital with me, but he opened up his saddlebags and in just a minute, we were all set for pictures. Tripod set up, timer set up...all done in a flash. This is a guy you would want to travel with...he had tools, extra glasses, extra helmet...and you can guess where the extra helmet led...LOL
I squeezed Maxine into the last parking space and to be honest, though I would rather not, I knocked a driver's spot mirror loose on his truck while I was backing in...not something I have done in a hundred years, but I did it. Woke the poor guy up and there was me, "Doll Baby", and Ronman, who makes me look like a little woman and believe me, I am not...so this nice man says "Hey, no harm, I'm not going to ruin your night over a mirror." I gratefully gave the guy all my info in case he had a morning change of heart, but he didn't, so not only did I meet a good blogger friend that night, I ran across a truly kind driver.
Ronman's home is in the area where I was born and raised and our ride took us through as much of it as he could manage for a late night ride. I didn't recognize any of it...it's been a long time. It was really great riding at night with no traffic, knowing my pilot was at home anyway on this no longer familiar territory. After about a hundred miles, I got a little wiggly...I'm not used to riding "bitch" and the passenger seat got a little confining for me...I was tired and I found out what it's like to almost fall asleep on a motorcycle. Ronman's a lot younger than me, but ladies, I will say this_the scenery directly in front of me was quite nice for a woman who's not accustomed to riding behind a 10 foot wing span.
Ronman's been really patient in waiting for me to give my own version of this trip first...he's a real gentleman and I did very much enjoy meeting him and I enjoyed our ride immensely.