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Love riding my Spyder home from orchestra rehearsal

ABCtriker

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There is NOTHING that beats riding home from an orchestra rehearsal in the clear crisp, cool, dark of night. I put my weather proof jacket on over the denim for warmth and came home "the long way." I tried back tracking a familiar path, but missed somewhere and ended up "out there" - not lost, just not where I expected to be. Riding the curves was fantastic, pushing in and down, swooping around them. They seemed so friendly and exhilarating tonight. Music enveloped me, not from a radio, but from my mind - it seemed to be everywhere. the moon was bright, the stars twinkled. Smells rushed past me - hay, lawns, an occasional dinner cooking, and a few cows. I REALLY enjoyed the ride tonight, it felt, like all of me was involved in living.

Wow. It was GREAT
 
Wow..!!

I'm ryding home with you next time...:roflblack:...it is an experience and glad you found the spot in time...:2thumbs:
 
There is NOTHING that beats riding home from an orchestra rehearsal in the clear crisp, cool, dark of night. I put my weather proof jacket on over the denim for warmth and came home "the long way." I tried back tracking a familiar path, but missed somewhere and ended up "out there" - not lost, just not where I expected to be. Riding the curves was fantastic, pushing in and down, swooping around them. They seemed so friendly and exhilarating tonight. Music enveloped me, not from a radio, but from my mind - it seemed to be everywhere. the moon was bright, the stars twinkled. Smells rushed past me - hay, lawns, an occasional dinner cooking, and a few cows. I REALLY enjoyed the ride tonight, it felt, like all of me was involved in living.

Wow. It was GREAT

The magic that memorable rides are made of. :bowdown::bowdown: :yes::yes:
 
This reminds me of a joke... :D
(Although it's not related to your great story!)
When asked to define "Perfect Pitch", the Classically trained Musician answered:
"It's when you throw a set of Bagpipes into the Town Dump, and they land on top of a fiddle!"
 
There is NOTHING that beats riding home from an orchestra rehearsal in the clear crisp, cool, dark of night. I put my weather proof jacket on over the denim for warmth and came home "the long way." I tried back tracking a familiar path, but missed somewhere and ended up "out there" - not lost, just not where I expected to be. Riding the curves was fantastic, pushing in and down, swooping around them. They seemed so friendly and exhilarating tonight. Music enveloped me, not from a radio, but from my mind - it seemed to be everywhere. the moon was bright, the stars twinkled. Smells rushed past me - hay, lawns, an occasional dinner cooking, and a few cows. I REALLY enjoyed the ride tonight, it felt, like all of me was involved in living.

Wow. It was GREAT
I love to ride when it is so peaceful and i am one with mother nature. That is why my north dakota license number on my can am reads (ME&GOD) it is from a song by Josh turner. I really enjoy the smell of fresh cut grass, the smell of clover and alphalfa. My rides are always out in the country.
 
There is NOTHING that beats riding home from an orchestra rehearsal in the clear crisp, cool, dark of night. I put my weather proof jacket on over the denim for warmth and came home "the long way." I tried back tracking a familiar path, but missed somewhere and ended up "out there" - not lost, just not where I expected to be. Riding the curves was fantastic, pushing in and down, swooping around them. They seemed so friendly and exhilarating tonight. Music enveloped me, not from a radio, but from my mind - it seemed to be everywhere. the moon was bright, the stars twinkled. Smells rushed past me - hay, lawns, an occasional dinner cooking, and a few cows. I REALLY enjoyed the ride tonight, it felt, like all of me was involved in living.

Wow. It was GREAT

Roger? <smiles>

​Chris
 
This reminds me of a joke... :D
(Although it's not related to your great story!)
When asked to define "Perfect Pitch", the Classically trained Musician answered:
"It's when you throw a set of Bagpipes into the Town Dump, and they land on top of a fiddle!"

Aye, could be, but I'd be willing to bet the "classically trained musician" wouldn't be able to get a squawk out of the Great Highland Bagpipe. 'Tis a shame that so many "classically trained musicians" are such elitists. :lecturef_smilie:
 
:D But when taken strictly as the joke that it is; it makes me laugh! :roflblack:
Besides: who isn't amazed by the flaming bagpipes video of "Thunderstruck"? :bowdown:
 
:D But when taken strictly as the joke that it is; it makes me laugh! :roflblack:
Besides: who isn't amazed by the flaming bagpipes video of "Thunderstruck"? :bowdown:

Responding as a "classically trained" piper, "amazing" may not be the correct word! :roflblack:
 
This reminds me of a joke... :D
(Although it's not related to your great story!)
When asked to define "Perfect Pitch", the Classically trained Musician answered:
"It's when you throw a set of Bagpipes into the Town Dump, and they land on top of a fiddle!"

Us Bluegrass types usually insert "accordion" in place of "fiddle" or "banjo." :roflblack::roflblack:
 
missourigirl and I took just such a ryde before sunup this morning, even though it was mostly cloudy, just to watch the sun light up the backside and undersides of the clouds as it rises. The air was fresh, cool and invigorating, and even though we hit some sprinkling rain we stuck it out for over 70 myles, with a coffee stop in the middle. A Great Way to start the Day!

Life is Gooooooood!
 
This reminds me of a joke... :D
(Although it's not related to your great story!)
When asked to define "Perfect Pitch", the Classically trained Musician answered:
"It's when you throw a set of Bagpipes into the Town Dump, and they land on top of a fiddle!"
I would then ask that Musician to "define the difference between a fiddle and a violin". :p
 
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