In case you haven’t read about how Scott beat me to his bike, you should go check that out real quick. Yeah. That’s him. Anyway, we finally got our bikes together yesterday. It was only appropriate that we be part of each other’s first partner ride. Awww. Isn’t that sweet? Seriously. We’ve been talking just about every day, sometimes several times a day about these damn bikes. Mods, upgrades, investments, changes, stickers, pipes, paint jobs… You name it. We’re just excited AF to finally have bikes we’ve always wanted.
Scott grew up in a bike-having family. His dad rode. His dad’s friends rode. So Scott was around them all the time. I also grew up in a bike-having family, but mine was a dirt bike-riding family. My dad and I used to go riding all the time. Scott’s never ridden at all. So yeah, we were excited. So it was pretty cool to share that first ride-with experience with him. I’ve known Scott for 20 years, but we almost never get together because he lives in Arlington, and I in Garland. That’s other-worlds away from each other. So our friendship these days is mostly telephonic.
Anyway, we agreed to meet up somewhere south of a midpoint – somewhere roughly even for both of us, and do a little riding around together. Maybe a state park. Some back roads. And that’s what we did. We had a great little ride and a good time checking out each other’s bikes in person, finally.
Scott drives a Honda Shadow 750. He upgraded his pipes already, so his is loud and mean sounding. I still have yet to do that. I’m about two grand away from being ready to trade in my pipes and the wife wants new carpet. Soooo… it will be a minute.