Ride to Work Kicked ASS!

Unfortunately, living in the city and riding a motorcycle leaves alot to be desired. The roads are typically straight with very little curving. This is the same when I ride to work everyday. There is however, on mile number 24 of 25, a stretch of road right off the freeway off ramp that makes my drive all worth it.
Once I come to a stop at the top of the off ramp I turn right. I pick up as much speed as I can and dip in right. I hold this large sweeping turn until the road straightens for a hundred feet, shift my body weight and flick the bike to the left for a quick 45 degree turn. At this point my speed is approximately 60 MPH. I twist the throttle and shoot to 80 when I come to my favorite turn. It's a 90 degree left hander with good pavement and I can see through it to the end. I usually scrub off speed down to 40 MPH but have been practicing this week and today I hit it perfect. I slowed to 50, set my body on the left of the bike and before I got to the turn I sped up a little more. I leaned into the turn and took the bike down lower than I ever have. Easy on the throttle so as not to create wheel spin and lowside into the brush. My only thoughts at this point were of keeping the bike smooth and easy through the rest of this turn. My body was one with the bike and she would do what I will it to. I looked through the turn and the bike kept true.
We made it. I pulled the bike up straight and looked at my speed as I completely exited the corner. I had hit 60 MPH through this 25 MPH turn. I was ecstatic and let out a yelp of joy and accomplishment. I had done it. What a rush that made me feel. Damn I love riding. Can't wait for Tuesday to come around so I can do it again.

8 hrs a day 5 days a week. A plea for FREEDOM!

I have been at work for the last 8.5 hours today. 6.5 of them I have been sitting in front of this computer trying to look a little bit busy but in actuality have nothing to do. Summer months are always slow around here making the days drag on into eternity. I have half an hour left to kill before I can mount my steed and get the Hell out of here.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my job. In fact I like it a whole lot. It's the best job I have ever had. However, I am on call all day everyday except for one weekend a month. That weekend takes forever to get here and is gone faster than I can drink a beer. (Okay, it's not that fast. I can down a beer pretty good.)
I guess my gripe is this; My days at work go by slow with nothing to do and when the weekend comes and I can finally do something fun, my fucking phone will ring right in the middle of my fun and there will be a problem I have to take care of. There is nothing I loathe more than the sound of my phone from Friday night to Monday morning.
Winter months are crazy and my phone rings all the time and work is very hectic. I expect this and knew it would happen. Promises of raises and praise for doing a good job in a tough environment come weekly in the winter. When summertime comes the praises are far and few between and the promise of more money is forgotten like the gifts at Christmas.
Why is it that here in America we have to praise the almighty dollar and work our asses off for a couple hundred dollars a day? Not only work an 8 hour shift but your job must consume the rest of your life in order for you to make your mortgage payment. It's just not right that we have come to this.
I just want a decent job that I don't have to take home with me, but pays enough to make the bills. I want a simpler life where I can forget about work when I walk out the door and be free from the shackles that bind.
Alas, this is not the world we live in now days. The simple life is non existent in America. It's every man for himself and your friend will stab you in the back if they can get a raise (or a new truck) out of it.
Ah well. Fuck it. Back to the grind stone for me.

Outta the Way

Twist my wrist
And off I go.
Outta my way
You're going too slow.
Weave and bob
Bob and weave.
I know I have more speed up my sleeve.
Tuck my head
Hold on tight.
The Ninja and her Mount
Have started their Plight.

What the Hell is up with the cold weather?

41 degrees this morning? Isn't it supposed to be Spring? It was 90 degrees a few days ago. My ride to work was quite cold. Unfortunately the faster you go the colder you get too. I really need new gloves for winter driving conditions.