gkamer
Sadly passed away, December '23.
So I took myself for a little ride to Fairchild AFB this afternoon. A little breezy on I-90, so my arms got a good work out. Riding into the wind kind of sucks.
Forgot to bring my mask, and the Base Commander directed masks must be worn inside all facilities, so I just rode around for a little bit and left.
Then I rode into Spokane. Traffic was kind of crazy. Coming onto Sunset Hill from the airport, WHAT!!!!! One stretch of that road nearly shook what little teeth I have left out of my jaw bones. I managed to catch every green light from Maple St to Division St. I love when your speed is synced to the traffic lights.
Rode around in Spokane for a while, then decided to head home. Tried my luck going up Sunset Hill this time. (I must be a glutton for punishment). That side of the road was actually pretty nice.
Got onto I-90 from Geiger Blvd. I was riding with the wind this time so it was pretty nice. At least until I hit the construction zone just west of Cheney. There was a car in front of me and a cattle hauler in front of him. Open air riding suddenly took on a whole new meaning. Nothing can quiet compete with the delightful aroma of Cow Country. "Merica..... (Note to self, avoid trailing cattle trucks in the future.):lecturef_smilie:

Then I rode into Spokane. Traffic was kind of crazy. Coming onto Sunset Hill from the airport, WHAT!!!!! One stretch of that road nearly shook what little teeth I have left out of my jaw bones. I managed to catch every green light from Maple St to Division St. I love when your speed is synced to the traffic lights.
Rode around in Spokane for a while, then decided to head home. Tried my luck going up Sunset Hill this time. (I must be a glutton for punishment). That side of the road was actually pretty nice.
Got onto I-90 from Geiger Blvd. I was riding with the wind this time so it was pretty nice. At least until I hit the construction zone just west of Cheney. There was a car in front of me and a cattle hauler in front of him. Open air riding suddenly took on a whole new meaning. Nothing can quiet compete with the delightful aroma of Cow Country. "Merica..... (Note to self, avoid trailing cattle trucks in the future.):lecturef_smilie: