It's not the motorcycles that need to use caution. They are highly engineered mechanical tools designed to carry a person from A to B in an agreeable manner, with neither mind nor soul. They read no road signs. It is the rider that must use caution. I prepared for this solo road trip. I studied maps, virtual and physical. I made sure that my bike was working. It had not been working, because I had killed the battery stone cold dead. My Triumph has many design wonders. It offers a sleek combination of chrome and burgundy paint, a capacious heart-shaped tank, a reassuring lack of complicated electronics, and an ergonomic miracle of a saddle, as comfortable at the end of a five hour ride as it is at the beginning. It is easy to wield, light on its feet in spite of its heft, and purrs throatily, like a mighty shiny lion. Nevertheless, it has flaws, as do we all. The dipstick is buried in a valley of plastic, a repository for road dust, dead leaves and insects. In order to check the oi...
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