hppants
Well-known member
Ya know sometimes it just works out.
Since my crash in September, Ive had some time to think about things. Ive spent about a month hanging my lip and sucking my thumb in the corner. That stuff never last very long for Pants. Take assessment of what is controllable really think about this and mitigate your future in your favor if you can. The rest while important, is not best served with an overage of energy.
At some point, its time to either crap or get off the pot. I took the proverbial dump and started looking forward. I settled my insurance claim for my totaled 2014 FJR, and the next day, picked up a used bike of the same year and model. At only 1400 miles, gently used would be a more proper term. I rode it 70 miles home on Wednesday like a deer in the headlights. Im still pretty skittish and the accident keeps coming back in my memory. I know these things take time, and Im not going to rush it.
But we are a social creature and during times of elevated emotion, most of us cope better with companions who are sympathetic. I need a ride but more importantly, I need a riding partner. Someone to hold my hand while I get re-familiarized with my passion.
Back at work, Thursday flew by like a fart in the wind and before I know it, the weekend is fast approaching. I hadnt made much plans. I figured I would wing it and see what happens. Then out of no where, a text message appears:
(Poolboy) Hey Pants just wanted to let you know that Im in Harrison tonight and heading south tomorrow toward Lafayette. If you have some time..
Hot damm!!! My brutha from another mutha out in Iowa is migrating south for the winter!!!! Of course the reply was hell yeah. Poolboy rode south into the rain and grabbed a hotel in Lafayette for Friday evening. On Saturday, he rode to my house and the radar looked like dooms day. So I cooked lunch and in the afternoon, we took a ride in my truck to see some sights. He spent the night at my house.
On Sunday, as he was heading toward Florida to visit family, I chose a nice route heading East through the swamp.
Hope you enjoy the pics.
After coffee, Poolboy packed his bike, we suited up, and I led us about 10 miles to the great town of Scott, Louisiana aka Where the West Begins. I figured we might enjoy an authentic Cajun breakfast.
A couple of links of Boudin (rice and meat dressing in a sausage casing), some Cracklins (pork skin fried in hog lard), a couple of Boudin Balls (rice and meat dressing balls battered and deep fried), and chocolate milk. No extra charge for the heart attack!!!!
We rode across the Atchafalaya Basin Interstate Bridge and stopped at the Tiger Truck Stop. While I gassed up the red head, Poolboy was getting acquainted with Mike the tiger.
We rode through the swamp and at the Mississippi River, I turned south to ride down the river road a while. Its sugar harvesting season and yesterday I stopped my truck to show Poolboy the cane, and let him chew on a stalk a while. Today, he got see how it is harvested.
Since it is Sunday, I thought a quick stop at the self proclaimed Smallest Church in the World was called for.
Then it was more riding through the swamp under a mild windy and cloudy sky. I stopped at Lake Veret to look for Bald Eagles and we saw two of them fly right over our head.
After that, we rode south about 20 minutes to Morgan City, where he turned left for points East and I turned right for home. It was a great ride. By the time I got home, after about 200 miles for the day, I was feeling much more comfortable and settled. It was great to have Poolboy there to hold my hand, and to show him some of my back yard.
Things dont always go perfect, but sometimes. it just works out.
Since my crash in September, Ive had some time to think about things. Ive spent about a month hanging my lip and sucking my thumb in the corner. That stuff never last very long for Pants. Take assessment of what is controllable really think about this and mitigate your future in your favor if you can. The rest while important, is not best served with an overage of energy.
At some point, its time to either crap or get off the pot. I took the proverbial dump and started looking forward. I settled my insurance claim for my totaled 2014 FJR, and the next day, picked up a used bike of the same year and model. At only 1400 miles, gently used would be a more proper term. I rode it 70 miles home on Wednesday like a deer in the headlights. Im still pretty skittish and the accident keeps coming back in my memory. I know these things take time, and Im not going to rush it.
But we are a social creature and during times of elevated emotion, most of us cope better with companions who are sympathetic. I need a ride but more importantly, I need a riding partner. Someone to hold my hand while I get re-familiarized with my passion.
Back at work, Thursday flew by like a fart in the wind and before I know it, the weekend is fast approaching. I hadnt made much plans. I figured I would wing it and see what happens. Then out of no where, a text message appears:
(Poolboy) Hey Pants just wanted to let you know that Im in Harrison tonight and heading south tomorrow toward Lafayette. If you have some time..
Hot damm!!! My brutha from another mutha out in Iowa is migrating south for the winter!!!! Of course the reply was hell yeah. Poolboy rode south into the rain and grabbed a hotel in Lafayette for Friday evening. On Saturday, he rode to my house and the radar looked like dooms day. So I cooked lunch and in the afternoon, we took a ride in my truck to see some sights. He spent the night at my house.
On Sunday, as he was heading toward Florida to visit family, I chose a nice route heading East through the swamp.
Hope you enjoy the pics.
After coffee, Poolboy packed his bike, we suited up, and I led us about 10 miles to the great town of Scott, Louisiana aka Where the West Begins. I figured we might enjoy an authentic Cajun breakfast.
A couple of links of Boudin (rice and meat dressing in a sausage casing), some Cracklins (pork skin fried in hog lard), a couple of Boudin Balls (rice and meat dressing balls battered and deep fried), and chocolate milk. No extra charge for the heart attack!!!!
We rode across the Atchafalaya Basin Interstate Bridge and stopped at the Tiger Truck Stop. While I gassed up the red head, Poolboy was getting acquainted with Mike the tiger.
We rode through the swamp and at the Mississippi River, I turned south to ride down the river road a while. Its sugar harvesting season and yesterday I stopped my truck to show Poolboy the cane, and let him chew on a stalk a while. Today, he got see how it is harvested.
Since it is Sunday, I thought a quick stop at the self proclaimed Smallest Church in the World was called for.
Then it was more riding through the swamp under a mild windy and cloudy sky. I stopped at Lake Veret to look for Bald Eagles and we saw two of them fly right over our head.
After that, we rode south about 20 minutes to Morgan City, where he turned left for points East and I turned right for home. It was a great ride. By the time I got home, after about 200 miles for the day, I was feeling much more comfortable and settled. It was great to have Poolboy there to hold my hand, and to show him some of my back yard.
Things dont always go perfect, but sometimes. it just works out.
Last edited by a moderator:
.
