How I Know I'm Afraid of Heights

Just looking at this picture makes me queasy...

My Biker Gang

A group of coworkers and I went on a ride from Nashville to Louisville a few weekends ago. I really enjoyed the trip up there but the rest got in a hurry on the way back. Turns out we were on a deadline that I wasn't aware of.

Had I known I would have broken from the group and headed home myself. I'm sure I could have talked the guy on the red Ninja to come with me at our own pace.

Other than the unexpected urgency I really liked the extended trip. I rode for about six hours on Saturday. One hour getting to Nashville and then joining with them for a 5-hours of riding through Kentucky. The trip home took less than 5 hours of riding, but there was a two-hour stop at a Mexican restaurant where the food was terrible.

I'm not sure I'd choose the same company for another trip, but I'd definitely be up for something longer distance. I've put 12,000 miles on my Honda since I bought it 14 months ago, and it was in the shop for almost a month this spring. If I lived in a slightly nicer climate, I'd consider being one of those "bike-only" guys.