Just a little guilty

Yesterday, as the east coast prepared for another winter onslaught, I took to the SoCal roads in 79 degree sunshine.

Predictably, there were lots of other riders enjoying the uncharacteristic warmth.  As we passed one another, small hand signals of recognition and (when helmets visors made possible) smiles were exchanged.  After an hour or so in the backcountry, I swung over to the local Harley dealer to just hang out for a while.

Testament to the great weather was the small number of bikes parked out front.  On the showroom floor, there were more employees than customers, indicating that most folks were doing as I had done: riding.  Nonetheless, it was enjoyable shooting the bull with those employees and rider who were there.

I checked out the 2015 Roadglide and was impressed.  Quite a bagger!  Maybe, if financial good fortune smiles on us, one of the bikes can be mine in the future.  For now, I am thoroughly enjoying the Heritage.

After departing the dealership, the relatively short ride home enabled me to capture longing looks from fellow citizens.  The allure of the solo motorcyclist is strong and evident in the appreciative stares at the occasional stop light.

Pulling into the garage, a nice outing concluded, I reminded myself that only living in the greatest country on earth made this small adventure possible.

Knowing folks and fellow riders on the east coast are bracing for another storm, I felt a little guilty.  But only a little.