Last Saturday the temps topped at 11 degrees (52F) and the usual grey clouds parted to reveal a smattering of blue clouds above. No chores, no work, a solo day. Perfect for the Big Block. I pushed her backwards out of the garage, pressed the starter button, she stumbled into a lumpy idle, settled down in a coupla minutes and I let 'er rip.
There's still plenty of snow on Mt Rainier and the surrounding foothills, just barely visible to the east past the farmer's as yet unploughed fields. There's been a lot of rain in the lowlands over the Winter and just the past coupla days the early pink cherry blossoms are appearing.
The population increase the past decade round the Puget Sound region of Seattle-Tacoma-Olympia has mini-mansion homes and endless warehouses being built on steep hillsides and formerly productive farmland, respectively. This view looks West towards Tacoma's Commencement Bay and the Olympic Range. Soon there'll be a row of 'little pink houses' here blocking that long view to the Pacific.
I found as many two-lane roads as I could and ambled round the back country of Sumner, Bonney Lake, Buckley, Black Diamond, Enumclaw and South Prairie for several hours until the weather began to close in, eventually chasing me home. The bike settles in to corners well, making choosing a good line a cinch, and the meaty bottom end torque pulls the bike cleanly out of the bends and rams her down the straightaways, making it a quick hundred miles over hill and through dale. I have plans to ride her to the Oregon BMW club's annual Chief Joseph Rally in John Day, Oregon end of June this year with a coupla mates, also on bare bones bikes. We'll whack a soft duffel and tankbag on and take two or three days to ride down, camping, rather than the long single day I usually do each year.
Get home before the weather...