Safety First

I learned about another mod this weekend that I really need. For about $54, you can get a module for the Sportster that will change the rear turn signals into a running lights/brake lights/turn signal combo. That should provide a little extra visibility, just like the three headlight auxiliary lighting combo does for the front.

More visibility = Good Thing.

The Kearny Mesa store for San Diego Harley didn’t have them in stock, but fortunately the Downtown store did, so they said they’d fetch the module today, and add it to the work order for my bike.

Ah, my bike. Seven more days, not counting today.

I Must be a Bad Influence

I mentioned my friend at work with the V-Star 1100 hundred. Well, he doesn’t have it any more.

When I pulled up to work this morning, in his parking space was a brand new, shiny Midnight Venture 1300 touring bike. It’s got everything. Am/FM stereo, cassette player, cruise control, the whole nine yards. So, while I was buying my motorcycle this weekend, he was, too. Apparently, he went in to find some peg clamps to mount road pegs on his engine guards. Instead of getting them, he got a new motorcycle instead.

He says all my talk about getting a new motorcycle must’ve influenced him. He also said that, as soon as I pick up my bike, I have to drive it over to Oceanside so he can see it.

I think he’s looking for a riding partner. As it happens, so am I.

Making Mommy Unhappy

My mother hates the very idea of me getting on a motorcycle. I talked to her on the phone the other day and when I mentioned it, she told me she didn’t want to hear anything more about it. She just wants to pretend that motorcycles don’t exist.

The thing is, I’m picking up the bike on 2 July, the day after I graduate from the MSF course and get my full M1 license. I’m also taking 2-4 July off work, basically so I can take some rides in the low-traffic roads around my house, and get used to riding.

If I feel good about my skills, I’m gonna start commuting on Thursday the 5th. We’ll see.

Now, my grandmother is still alive, and lives with my mother, and she is having her…I dunno…89th or 90th birthday on Saturday, the 7th of July. And if I do feel good about my abilities, a ride to my mom’s house would be great. Even though she lives right off Interstate 215, I can pretty much take the old, sparsely-traveled 395 highway to Temecula, which is a very nice ride, and goes through part of a national forest, then take the desert roads that parallel the 215 north up to my mother’s house in Wildomar.

On the other hand, my mother will have a cow if she hears the Harley snarl, and sees me show up at the door in riding gear.

Maybe it shows a lack of respect for her fears and feelings, but I’d really like to do it anyway.