It's been a pretty rough summer around here, but I had the day off and finally found enough free time to spend a day out on the Sportster.
It's wearing a new pair of Metzelers (at the suggestion of a doctor named Hess), and they're a nice upgrade from the original Dunlops. I managed to change the front by myself using a friend's HF tire machine, but I had to have a shop do the rear because of the belt drive pulley.
It was about 90 degrees and humid today, but even with all the gear on, it was pretty comfortable once I was moving. Fortunately, there is no shortage of shaded, winding country roads around here and, once I was about five minutes from my house, I pretty much had them all to myself for the rest of the day.
There are a lot of dead celebrities who used to live in this part of Connecticut, and a few live ones too. I rode past the former homes of Ed Sullivan, Victor Borge, Frank McCourt, Walter Matthau, Richard Widmark and the house where Arthur Miller lived when he was married to Marilyn Monroe. Behind it is the cabin where he wrote Death of a Salesman.
Just around the corner is the home and studio of Alexander Calder. It's still owned by his family, and there are several (Genuine!) Calder sculptures on the property. You can still see his 2CV Truckette parked in the open barn.
I also passed the homes of breathing people like Dustin Hoffman, Rob Zombie (who was undoubtedly annoyed by the noise from my stock pipes) and some guy who made a ton of money producing porn videos.
I continued northwest, passing farms, orchards and vineyards. I checked on a pair of old abandoned BMWs that I always try to keep an eye on, saw a beautiful Mercedes Pagoda SL, a Bentley Corniche Convertible, a Lotus Esprit, three (!) Jaguar F-Type R's, a bunch of 911 Cabriolets and a guy riding a two stroke Bimota.
I rode around the perimeter of Lake Waramaug, where I saw several vintage wooden boats, a seaplane and girls in bikinis.
After rounding the lake, I stopped at a little deli in New Preston that I've driven past a million times but never tried. My lunch was fantastic. After that, I pointed the bike toward home, retracing part of my route and poking around on some other back roads.
I was on the bike for about two and a half hours or so, including the stop for lunch, and did about 68 miles. I think that 883 Sportsters are under appreciated, and I loved the new Metzelers. It's no superbike, but it was prefect for cruising around on winding country roads. It's cornering abilities are well within my comfort zone and I never felt the need for another 300cc's or a third brake disc. Fifth gear almost seemed unnecessary.
I needed a day like this.