Being that it’s sunday and we had nothing better to do (read: it wasn’t raining for the first time in two weeks), my wife and I took our bikes out for a ride. Of course, when I say “bike”… I mean the kind that shake pavement, terrify old ladies, and give you massive wood when you take the controls (well.. that doesn’t happen to my wife, of course… that would be just plain icky!)

My lovely wife had purchased a couple of nifty little gizmos for me on friday…. a set of Küryakyn grips and a cruise control setup. I spent part of saturday putting them on and was dying to try them out.

We rode out to Airway Heights (aka: wind capitol of the Inland Northwest) and saw the motorcycle safety course going on. Since we’re both graduates and I happen to host their website (who’s website don’t I host?), we decided to pull over and make those in training nervous by watching them <insert devious laughter here>.

After we got bored of watching them do figure 8’s (well.. we get bored easily), we took off again and cruised around the lovely two mule, olive pit of a town that is Spokane (it may not be at the edge of the world… but you can see it from here!). We ended up at NAPA (an auto parts store for those who don’t know) because I needed to buy some chrome polish for my wife. She has the annoying habit of touching her pipes with her boot when she goes to put the kickstand down… melting a little bit of her rubber heel onto the hot pipe.

I found a bottle of some extremely spiffy stuff (took the black scuff marks right off) and went back into the parking lot for a quick smoky treat before we headed out again.

Why is it that when you ride that people feel they MUST talk to you?

We were approached twice in the parking lot… one guy claimed to have an El Diablo (and I’m the king of France). I asked him how much he paid for it and his numbers were right for 2 years ago ($75,000). But… since the guy drives a mobile car wash truck, I seriously doubt his story… even more so because he called it a “Diablo” and not an “El Diablo” (after paying that much cash for a bike, you would probably pronounce the name right).

Shortly after Mr. “Diablo” left, some other guy came up and tried talking to us. I decided it was time to go at that point. I’d had my daily dose of the unwashed masses and the only thing I wanted to do was go home before the rain came back (the clouds were pretty nasty looking and coming in fast). We got home just as the skies opened up again.

Of course, I checked the forecast when we got home… next week, while brisk, is gonna be lovely riding weather! I have a lot of catching up to do (I wasn’t able to ride for most of the year), so this is music to my ears!