The road leads to Iron River
It was a perfect morning for my trip to Iron River. I suppose you could say I was in a state of nervous anticipation.
After riding the first six hundred miles on county roads and WI 13, I was ready to get on the highway. It would be my first time keeping Scoot at a consistent 55-60 mph over a long period. Rich drove ahead of me in the car—partly so I wouldn’t have to make this first trip alone and partly so I wouldn’t have to spend 2 hours sitting around at the garage.
Sierra came along and while Scoot was having its check-up we we went to a park by a lake. She enjoyed watching the fish.
I did a lot of thinking while I was riding and none of it had to do with the stuff I usually think about. Isn’t that one of the things that’s so great about riding on two wheels? It’s the focus you give to the moment you’re in, not the moments you’ve experienced in the past or will in the future.
I thought about all the things I’d been told over the past few months, rules of riding and what to watch out for: if there’s a curve ahead, slow down before, not when you’re in it, look through the curve, SEE what’s around you.
There was one important thing my neighbor mentioned that no one else had. She doesn’t even ride a motorcycle but her husband does and she told me to watch out for the wide strips of crack-sealing on the highway, especially on a hot day.
After she gave me that tip I had a little experience with it while riding on the road circling Bayfield. It was on a tight corner and I wasn’t going fast but felt the scooter shimmy just a little when I went over the crack-sealed part of the road. That made me very aware of what she was talking about so it was another one of those things I paid attention to today because there was a lot of it on WI 13.
Pistol Pete’s was the the place I took Scoot, and it sure wasn’t a scooter shop. From the counter I could see a Confederate flag that said “Redneck” on it, a gun collection on the wall and an advertisement for a bear hunting guide service.
However, they did a good job at a reasonable price, and I was happy to find a place within 50 miles that could do the work. The mechanic told me he really liked my Honda SH150i and that it was a very good bike. Good to hear from a guy who raced trail bikes.
All in all it was a positive experience. I would even say exhilarating. It took the pressure off and I no longer imagined what it would be like to ride on the highway—I actually went out there and found out for myself.
Tomorrow is another day and I’m ready to go!