I digressed (also called mildly venting). Anyway, way back in 2002, I met a young girl, Felicia, at a school where I was conducting my anthropology thesis work. She was in the fourth grade, and I was 32. She took me on a tour of her neighborhood - which I was fine with being into traveling and culture and all. Now in 2017, Felicia is all grown up and got married the night of May 19, 2017.
Two choices of vehicles were at my disposal: my Jeep, but it needed the brakes replaced, or my motorcycle, Poseidon. Fuck those brakes! I decided to take Poseidon, by myself, first overnight solo trip on my own motorcycle! That's what bad bitches do, folks.
I took the back roads. Routes 164, 9, 4, and 22. Route 22 connects Cincinnati to some place in New Jersey. 22 goes right into the heart of Cincinnati city, but I only had to go to the northeast suburbs.
What a ride!
I had only gotten my motorcycle license endorsement three weeks earlier, but I was ready and I had to get to Felicia. Rt. 164 is a nice road, good conditions, winding, hilly, pretty. Of course I didn't get photos (my hands were busy). Bryon taught me well; I whispered his advice and knowledge to myself constantly. I made it there safe, and I even think my riding was better than when just around home.
Here are a few photos I took when on breaks, and of the beautiful bride. - Switchblade
