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Saturday “fun run” - Oh shit

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The anticipation of the usual Saturday “fun run” made it hard for me to lull myself into a deep slumber. Once in a while I would find myself dozing off only to wake up imagining who would be there and where we would end up riding that particular day. I always make it a habit of not really planning the day ahead which made it a more interesting and exciting. Let’s see…hmmmm….did I check the tire pressure? Should I bring the back-pack? Should I leave a little earlier to pick up my butts and warm the tires a little? Holy Shit! I better get me some sleep or I’ll feel like crap tomorrow! Damn…I can’t force myself to sleep! I think of the lousy week I had at work and all the bad weather we’ve been experiencing. Yikes…What if it
rains tomorrow? OK…calm the f*ck down… Lemme go get a cold one….. Ahhhhh…that’s better….G’nite…
I wake up…it’s still dark out…damn…did I even sleep at all? I look over at the clock and am delighted to see that I at least got a couple hours sleep. F*ck it…I’m getting up now. I put on a nice, fresh, hot cup of dunkin’ donuts Supreme coffee and eat a banana while I boot up the computer to see if anyone cancelled out on the run or if anything crazy is happening on UK Buell again! Hey…coool, another unexpected bud is joining up with us. I wish my f*ckin dog would stop scratching at the door…Can’t you see I’m working you mutt! I go to let her in and…Goddammit…It’s f*ckin’ raining! No, no, no…They said it was gonna be great! Ok…don’t panic for f*ck’s sake, it’s only 5:50 AM…You don’t hafta meet up till 10. I check out all the sites along with all the stupid e-mails my sisters are always sending me and crash for a while on the couch….
What the?? Holy Shit…it’s light out…the sun’s out.my damn dog’s gotta go out…I hop in the shower and throw on the gear…Damn…I only got 40 minutes to get to the meeting place and it takes about that much time to get there if I ride within the limits. F*ck that…There goes the tire check and the butts…I’ll get’em when we all stop for brekky before we take off.
Oh man…love that feeling when I finally get on the parkway and let her rip. Once in a while I hit the triples only to do a mirror check due to the constant police patrol in the past 3 weeks! Damn…made it there with 10 minutes to spare. Let me top off the tank and get a pack of reds.
I pull into the lot and see a few of my buds there.

The adrenalin starts pumpin’ now. I can’t wait to meet the new guys.. Here we are…the event that I was anticipating all week has finally arrived! Here comes a couple CBR’s…Cool…check it out…A Speed Triple! Whoa…A freakin’ Firebolt…all blacked out

…me likey. In the end, we’ve got about 20 assorted sportbikes in the lot and now it’s up to me to decide which route to take. I know…I’ll work it out where in the end, I’ll only be about 10 minutes away from my house…heehee… First I say we hit these cool twisties about 15 minutes away and then we’ll work our way out east toward the end of the island. Everybody flicks their butts and gear up and start the bikes. Damn… this is what I live for!
OK…I’ll make a left at the light and take them down the winding pathway to the turnpike. Bike is purring…I look in the rearview and love the dragon tail of bikes behind me….Whoa…better take it easy on this turn….damn…love the way this bike…uh-oh…where the f*ck is everybody?? Oh no!! Not a f*ckin’ gain!!!…I pull over and get this queasy feeling in my stomach….Nooooooo….I backtrack only to find everybody gathered around a lump on the side. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck…Bike parts all over the freakin’ place…For God’s sake…We’ve only been riding for 10 minutes… I give up…..The road is blocked off…the cops are all over…Here comes the ambulance…Someone call his family…Better call the tow truck…

Bye guys…I’m going home…
The ride home is gentle and calm…. I like riding alone… I need to get back to my wife and kids… Thank God it wasn’t me…….