Purring
…by this point the sun was starting to set and my double-mirrored setup wasn’t the best for navigating the wet corners. I needed to get off of Skyline and down to highway 30 as quickly and safely as possible. I found Logie Trail Rd. and started my decent. Orange and gold, slick and wet, leaves littered every left hand corner, the sheen of black asphalt a dream. I slowed to an infant crawl.
Resist the left lever.
Gently drag the rear.
Ease to the apex.
Caress the throttle.
What will the next bring?
Rarely exceeding 25 in the straights, I’d drop back down to 10 or 15 mph for each twist in succession. The slope eased, the ribbon straightened and I found Hwy 30, warm and dry. Turning right, I snapped the throttle. The Ducati reared in response. Roaring, we escaped the confines of darkened road. Completing the merge maneuver on only the rear wheel, I headed home… rarely exceeding the 55mph.
Mellow in pace.
Content in my solitude.
Reflecting back, feeling the mist form as I descended to the valley floor, remembering the smell of damp decay, and the last warm moments in the failing sunlight… Only later, did I realize just how relaxing it was to gently roll through the corners as the S2R motor purred beneath me.
