I had dinner with a fellow Seattle-area Concours rider and his family tonight. It was good to talk with him and his spouse about the good and bad points of our motorcycles. We appear to have similar riding experiences. We even have the same mechanic. The world is kind of a small place.
Drinking beer and eating pizza while talking about our jobs, families and motorcycles felt deeply comfortable. It was good to talk with someone who gets it but also doesn’t seem to be obsessed with it.
I’ll admit to being a little obsessed with it right now. Transitioning from road-Robert to home-Robert is more challenging than I’d expected. The road is a little bit addictive. I’ve found myself researching Google maps and campsites all week. I’ve got to figure out how to dial it down and fit back into the rhythms of home and work.