Started re-learning to ride a bike after a long layup and stiff joints. Started with the bike I could sit on comfortably, and kickstart -- the 60 Matchless G80CS. How much HP is that? 30, 32? But bags of torque right out of the gate. So I plunk down the deer infested lanes with gravel on blind corners at 45MPH. Loosen up a bit, hips relax and stop cramping. Maybe I'll let 'er rip to 50 on the second half of the loop.
A couple of weeks later I get the Atlas back up and running after sitting 14 years. I discover from kicking the Matchless that my right leg is not totally useless after a hip fracture a few years ago, they told me that kills younger men. And I give the Atlas' lever a kick after making sure the timing is spot on to a little retarded, the carbs are clean as a whistle and the gas is fresh. Second kick. Fire. No pain. Off down the loop. Mid day no deer about, crack the throttle wide open, pulls hard. Nice sound; seventy five by the end of the straight. Too much fun. Skills a bit rusty, reactions a bit slow. Sixty hp is plenty for today. Fit new tires, ride the loop some more, mid day only; don't like them. Put the old ones back on. Nothing flicks through the corners like a Featherbed Norton with the right tires. Practice riding some more. Build my courage and skill a bit. Sit on the Commando Interstate, feeling how my hips hurt in that seating position. Just relax, breathe into it. Pain subsides. Do some more siting tomorrow. Practice putting my foot on the ground then the pegs, ground, pegs, ground, pegs. Only a little pain. Ride the Matchless some more. Thirty two hp is just fine but the Commando beckins. I haven't ridden it since I put the 13 inch disc on the front following nearly nailing a pedesrtian who stepped out of the deep shadow into the setting sun. Maybe tomorrow if it's nice I'll ride the MKIII. Tomorrow comes. I venture down the half-mile gravel driveway and stop at the mailboxes. Remember, put the left foot down this time. Out onto the loop. Oh, what a song two peashooters and the ham-can air filter make. Smooth. I wick it on down the straight. Harmony. Seventy five before I know it but then comes the chicane with the bind corner. Cut it back with that new disc. Works good! What's a hopped up MKIII engine got? 70hp? More than enough anyway. I love this bike. I'll do this again tomorrow if it's dry. If not I'll ride the Matchless.