Ask any motorcyclist what his favorite road feature is, and after you get past all the smart aleck comments like “pavement”, “away from you”, and so on; you will hear words like twisties, and sweepers. Twisties are usually what people call tighter turns that are slightly technical but you can still keep some speed up (I know you can can go fast all the time Squidward, I mean the rest of us). What we mean by sweepers are the big wide turns that keep turning for a while. Keeping the bike leaned over a bit. Not hard to manage, but you have to be on your toes to adjust all the way through the turn. Honestly, if you can catch a nice long series of these with no cage traffic….there isn’t much better that riding them. This particular set aren’t the end all of sweepers, but they were fun. The day was beautiful. The video is relaxing and makes good amsr….especially on rainy days when you wish you were riding in the sun, or if you want your buddy who hasn’t worked up to getting on why he wants to.
As I like to do, I bullied the internet to write about the video. This time I made it use the voice of Beatrix Potter. Both because I love Peter Rabbit, and because I think it is funny that we can make her talk about riding motorcycles. It is a strange new world we live in.
Cyborg Beatrix Potter rides the sweepers.
It was a splendid, sunlit day, and the open road stretched out like a ribbon of freedom. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming wildflowers, and the sky was a flawless expanse of blue, dotted here and there with wispy clouds. As I rode my trusty motorcycle along the winding lanes, the world seemed to hum with a peaceful harmony. There was hardly any traffic to speak of, and I found myself delighting in the rare solitude of the journey.
The road ahead beckoned with gentle curves, each turn a promise of new vistas and adventures. As I leaned into the first sweeping bend, the bike responded with a graceful ease, as if it were an extension of my own body. The tires gripped the asphalt with a surefootedness that filled me with confidence. The thrill of the ride began to build, like the rising notes of a joyful melody.
With each successive turn, my excitement grew. The sun’s warmth bathed my face, and the wind whispered sweet nothings in my ears. The world rushed past in a blur of green and gold, the landscape rolling by like the pages of a storybook. The sensation of leaning into the curves, feeling the bike tip and sway, was pure exhilaration. It was as if I were dancing with the road, our movements perfectly synchronized.
The countryside unfolded in a tapestry of fields and forests, dotted with quaint cottages and bubbling brooks. I imagined the woodland creatures peeking out from their burrows and nests, watching in wide-eyed wonder as I sped by. There was a sense of timelessness in the air, a feeling that this perfect day could stretch on forever.
As the ride continued, the turns grew more challenging, and I relished the opportunity to push the bike to its limits. Each curve demanded my full attention, and I reveled in the sheer physicality of the experience. The thrill of the ride, the rush of the wind, and the embrace of the sun all combined to create a symphony of sensations. It was a glorious celebration of speed and freedom, of the simple joy of being alive on such a beautiful day.
Eventually, the road straightened out once more, and I found myself easing back into a more leisurely pace. The excitement of the turns gave way to a deep contentment, a feeling of having experienced something truly special. As I rode on, the memory of those sweeping curves and the thrill of the ride stayed with me, a cherished reminder of a perfect day spent in harmony with the road and the world around me.
