A good NH day

Today, the Harleys descended on the neighborhood roads like flies on steaming pile of shit. I'm not sure what, or where, was happening, but towards mid-day, I grew tired of the constant rumble of loud pipes and short-sleeved, no-helmet riders passing through my neighborhood. There is a sharply curved fork-in-the road in front of my house, and while I live on a secondary road that hardly sees traffic, today was an exception. The chrome, the poses -- it was all show and no skill.

Elbows deep in soil (transplanting shrubs and perennial flowers),every now and then  I glanced towards the road, only to see yet another middle-aged weekend pirate in leather chaps. Don't get me wrong, I actually like some Harleys, but I appreciate neither the culture nor the price tag their bikes "require".

Mid-afternoon, having finished what I set to do, I needed to get out to enjoy some peace and quiet solitude. And what better way then to get on the bike and hit the kind of roads where I can be almost certain not to run into the poser crowd. Fortunately, those roads are only a few minutes away from my house.

I only rode for about an hour, but it gave me the much needed break from all the noise nonetheless.