INVERTED
I WAS WATCHING TOP GUN THE MOVIE AND MAVERICK
WAS TALKING ABOUT BEING INVERTED IT MADE ME THINK OF THE TIME I GOT 'INVERTED'.  THERE WAS A PARTY ONE NIGHT THAT I RODE TO BACK IN MY 'INVINCIBLE DAYS'.  WELL AFTER A NIGHT OF 'PARTY ON' IT WAS TIME TO LEAVE AND FEELING NO PAIN.  WELL I FORGOT TO PUT UP MY SIDE STAND  UP AND AS I WENT INTO A SLIGHT LEFT BEND AT ABOUT TWENTY MPH,  I POGO
INTO A  DITCH  OFF  TO THE RIGHT AND  PROCEEDED TO  GO  OVER THE HANDLE BARS.
I BASICALLY DID A FRONT SOMERSAULT OVER THE BARS AND WAS FOR A MOMENT 'INVERTED' LOOKING UPSIDE DOWN AT MY MOTORCYCLE AS IT WOBBLED AND CRASHED.   WHAT A VIEW.
FIRST THING I DID WHEN I JUMPED UP OFF THE GROUND IS TO SEE IF ANYONE WAS LOOKING.  NOTHING HURT JUST BENT MIRRORS AND HEADLIGHT.  MY EGO WASN'T HURT BECAUSE I WAS SLIGHTLY COCKED.

SUMMER NIGHTS
THERE IS SOMETHING SPECIAL I THINK ABOUT RIDING AT NIGHT. A WARM SUMMER NIGHT.  THREE COME TO MIND.  FIRST
WAS A LONG TIME AGO ME AND A FRIEND LEFT THE BAR ONE LATE SUMMERS NIGHT AND HEADED OUT TO THE COUNTRY AT ABOUT 2 AM.  WE WERE ON DEXTER/CHELSEA RD AND CAME UP TO THE RAILROAD TRACKS AND A TRAIN STARTED TO CROSS AND IT WAS A LONG ONE.  SO WITH OUR HEADLIGHTS ON THE SIDE OF THE TRAIN MY FRIEND GOT OFF HIS BIKE AND STARTED DOING A RUSSIAN COSSACK DANCE KICKING HIS LEGS.   IN THE HEADLIGHTS WITH HIS SHADOW ON THE TRAIN IT WAS HILARIOUS.  THEN WE RODE OUT NORTH TERRITORIAL TO LYNDON PARK AND LAID ON TOP OF THE BIKES LOOKING AT THE STARS.  BOTH PUFFING ON ONE WE GOT TO TALKING ABOUT
KILLERS AND STUFF THEN WE HEARD A 'NOISE' AND WE COULDN'T PUT ON OUR HELMETS AND GET OUT OF THERE FAST ENOUGH.  ANOTHER GREAT RIDE AT NIGHT WAS A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO COMING BACK FROM THE GRATTAN RACE TRACK IN EARLY AUGUST.  THE SKY WAS PERFECTLY CLEAR AND THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A METEOR SHOWER BECAUSE WE SAW THE COOLEST SHOOTING STAR.   AND MY RADAR DETECTOR WAS MAKING ALL KINDS OF WEIRD NOISES BUT NO POLICE.  THERE WERE A LOT OF PLANES FLYING THAT NIGHT MAYBE MILITARY. THIS LAST SUMMER I WAS OUT IN THE WATERLOO RECREATION AREA AND ON THIS DIRT ROAD RAN INTO A WETLAND AREA THAT HAD THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF FIREFLIES.  IT WAS MAGICAL.  I STOPPED AND THE CRICKETS WERE A DULL ROAR.
SURFING
A FRIEND OF MINE GOT THIS COCKAMAINY IDEA TO TRY AND STAND ON HIS MOTORCYCLE AND 'SURF'.  WELL HE WENT DOWN BROADWAY WITH A 12 PAK OF STROHS BEER STRAPPED ON THE BACK OF THE BIKE.
 HE STOOD UP AND WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT POTHOLE COME FROM.  HE AND THE BIKE WENT ASS OVER APPLE CART.  BEER CANS ALL OVER THE PLACE.  I REMEMBER BEING DOWN AT NICHOLSONS WITH HIM AND HIS DAD AND RAY NICHOLSON AND HIM EXPLAINING HOW A CAR CUT HIM OFF AND RAY WAS LOOKING AT HIM LIKE UH-HUH,  SURE.

ALL IN A DAY
WHEN I  LIVED OUT IN CALIFORNIA A FRIEND OF MINE AND I  WENT ON A WHIRLWIND MOTORCYCLE RIDE .  THIS WAS BACK IN THE NO HELMET LAW DAYS. THE MAIN PLAN WAS TO SPEND THE NIGHT NEAR ALPINE AT A CAMPGROUND.  IT WAS NOVEMBER AND AT 9:30 AM,  IT WAS ALREADY OVER 80F. THE SANTA ANA'S WERE BLOWING.  IT WAS ALSO THE DAY OF THE OHIO STATE/MICHIGAN FOOTBALL GAME.  SO WE WATCHED THAT, AND THEN  JUMPED ON OUR MOTORCYCLES AND HEADED FOR THE MOUNTAINS.  WE  WORE BASEBALL CAPS FOR HELMETS.  AS WE WENT THRU A PASS THE WIND WAS SO STRONG THAT IT BLEW OFF OUR CAPS, THEY WENT STRAIGHT UP AND OUT OF SIGHT,  AT THE SAME TIME,  NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN.  WE MADE IT UP TO THE CAMPGROUND. ITS ABOUT 4,500FT UP.  WE STAYED IN A SMALL CAMPER A FRIEND BROUGHT UP THERE.  THAT NIGHT A STORM BLEW IN AND IT GOT COLD AND SNOWED.  WE  HAD TO TURN ON THE OVEN FULL BLAST TO STAY WARM.  THE NEXT MORNING EVERYTHING WAS COVERED IN SNOW.   BUT THE SUN WAS WARMING EVERYTHING UP AND BY NOON IT WAS 60F