{"id":6306,"date":"2024-12-11T07:08:13","date_gmt":"2024-12-11T07:08:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/?p=6306"},"modified":"2024-12-11T07:08:13","modified_gmt":"2024-12-11T07:08:13","slug":"epic-sunday-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/?p=6306","title":{"rendered":"Epic Sunday 8)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6307\" style=\"width:585px;height:auto\" srcset=\"http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-768x1024.jpeg 768w, http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-225x300.jpeg 225w, http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, http:\/\/lowbitlogic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/12\/IMG_8299-scaled.jpeg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\"><em><strong>The Washout @ Folly Beach, South Carolina<\/strong><\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-5c31b9fcfbbb3cd27484bbceb735d520\">This Sunday, as I was eating my breakfast about 5am, with no desire to return to bed, the lightbulb went off. What if I went for a ride? I quickly finished my egg, cheese, blackberry jam, and bagel sandwich. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and got dressed. Honestly, I knew I would ride on Sunday, but I thought to wait till the temperature outside warmed up. &#8220;It will get warmer,&#8221; I thought. Regardless, I opened the garage door, felt the brisk cold air hit in the face and I started my stretching routine before sunrise. Part of my reasoning to start my ride so early on Sunday, is to fine tune my early morning pre-ride work commute routine. This past Thursday morning I made a commute to work by motorcycle and to be honest, my pre-ride routine was shit. A complete failure. Now I did manage to get to work on time, but I had many issues occurring during my pre-ride routine that made me want to fine tune this process on Sunday morning. And I did. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-3809745aaafa140cb7251435b85a7c07\">What happened after I left my neighborhood, is amazing. No, I didn&#8217;t set any new speed records. In fact, the entire riding experience Sunday was very conservative. Maybe this is because I have had some close calls recently on the public roads that had me easing off the throttle. That is a good thing! I honest felt no need to go beyond my limits so I channeled my inner Keanu Reeves and had two amazing, chill, rides this past Sunday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-041971a24bd897e78fef74d457124110\">My AM ride focused on an early departure with a few minutes of slow speed maneuvers. Then a stop at Starbucks to warm up. Though I do love the chilly weather for riding, the brisk cold air does create the need to find a warm spot and good hot cup of coffee. I decided on Starbucks for this AM session. Once I finished my cup, had a bite to eat, a bathroom break, I turned my motorcycle in the direction of Folly Beach. Folly Beach has always held a special place in my heart. Heck, 20 years ago I lived at Folly for about 6 months. And this was during the &#8220;off season&#8221;. Returning back to Folly during the off season is when I love the beach the most. Arriving at &#8220;The Washout&#8221;, the famous Folly surf spot, I immediately parked my Moto Morini and walked out to the beach. It was around 8am Sunday when I arrived and sleepy Folly on Sunday made for a brief moment of isolation on the beach. Only a handful of other people braved the windy chilly conditions like me, and I had time to feel, see, and take in this amazing view. Leaving Folly, I snaked my way home through some back roads working on my countersteering while leaning heavily into some turns. One of my goals for 2025 is to take part in a track day. Using the twisting back roads of James Island, I definitely felt compelled to envision myself on a racetrack rolling the throttle on my Moto Morini through some turns. Not a bad session and best of all, I got home safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-3003a039f5b7d7e4aca6c6fe28ce94fb\">The final session on this epic Sunday was a brief afternoon run to one of my favorite burger spots while learning to handle myself in traffic. Riding in traffic is just part of life as a motorcyclist. Having recently read a web article on &#8220;exposure therapy&#8221;, traffic is a living beast that takes victims all the time. There is an ebb and flow to traffic, and I feel the more I &#8220;expose&#8221; myself to traffic the more confidence I will have to navigate this madness. Lucky for me, Sunday traffic was not too bad. After my burger and pork sandwich LOL, I cruised back home again, favoring back roads and rolled the throttle as much as I could. How wonderful!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-08113c1ed3eec8f01c7fea698f307f03\">I didn&#8217;t travel too far South but the traveling I did was amazing. Add to the fact that I rode twice in one day I feel very fortunate to be able to do something like this. This epic Sunday gave me the boost mentally I needed for the busy upcoming work week and a bit of exercise for my body. What is best, is I woke up the next day, Monday, ready to ride again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color has-medium-font-size wp-elements-616086d5f16cea483da1f204a1f3235e\">Rolf<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Sunday, as I was eating my breakfast about 5am, with no desire to return to bed, the lightbulb went off. What if I went for a ride? 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