There's a certain well known, but mostly undesirable, road that is said to be paved with good intentions. I may have been down that road.
Back in September I was bursting with enthusiasm to share so many things I've picked up over the past few years. Little did I anticipate the ride I was about to experience.
This isn't meant as an excuse (though I'm not above trying to use it as such) but I had just assumed supervision of two additional departments within our training organization when I wrote that September post.
Picture jumping onto a Hyabusa (that's a really fast Suzuki, by the way) with the throttle pinned. It's a case of ride or fall off. If you fall off, it's not just you that suffers. The whole organization is going to suffer along with you. It makes for a pressure-packed ride, let me tell you.
The good news is that nobody fell off or got hurt...much. Nerve endings were certainly sparking. It got to the point that I didn't need a flashlight at night, anymore. Eventually the passenger hanging on for dear life got the bike under control and could actually be said to be riding. Possibly even having a bit of attention for other things. Maybe even blogging.
More about all this later. Mostly, this is simply an elaborate build-up in order to be able to share these photos. You might say that the past few months have been a real trip. (I know, groan away, but it's still my blog last time I looked).
Miles and smiles,