
Christmas in Grand Rapids is supposed to be at least cold and slushy...if not white. This year, however, the lower states are getting ripped by blizzards, while Michigan seems to be stuck in 4o and sunny. Cool. So, I decided to take the Monster off it's stand and ride to my mother's house for our holiday gathering. I abandond my family for the 19 minute trip to Grandma's. My wife rolled her eyes and understood...I think.
I should have worn a scarf, but other than that...and frozen thighs, it was a nice ride. I pull into the driveway where my new sister-in-law is unloading my brothers kids...without my brother. She looks at me, smiles and says "Oh, you decided to ride too?"
I was in the house when I heard the Superhawk with the RS-3's roar up the driveway. I was watching him ride by the window, and saw the grin on his face when he noticed my Duc parked by the garage. Great minds think alike. Again, riding your motorcycle on Christmas may not be a big deal to Southern folk, but doing it near the 45th parallel is something that just doesn't happen very often. Global warming? Thanks, George Bush!
Joseph and I were itching. How do you justify leaving a family Christmas gathering to go for a ride!? The answer presented itself when our step-brother asked to see the lightsaber Joseph had built. Wait...let me back up.
My brother is a bit of a Star Wars dork...as am I...as were all the other males in the living room. Joseph is also a design engineer, with access to all kinds of machining equipment. Joseph's 7 year old son had recently been given a machined aluminum lightsaber, complete with buttons to light up the polycarbonate blade. It's a little odd, because it's small enough to be Yoda's weapon, but has a red blade instead of the obvious green. I'm not sure the red focusing crystal would actually be compatible with such a small diatium power cell, not to mention the power field conductor in the...er...nevermind.
>Ahem<
Anyway, the guys wanted to see what Joseph had made, so we were off to his house to fetch his kid's home made movie prop. It was going to be a short trip, but better than nothing.
The Superchicken's race baffels make the deepest rumble you can imagine, and my 696 sings through a fabricated Cherry Bomb exhaust. The bikes were playing a glorious, snarling duet, and I was happy to follow the Honda. A short blast on the highway got us to the off ramp to East Town. The cold, slippery, exposed bricks in the old road that lead to Joseph's 110 year old house had me a little worried, but my Battlax's were up to the task.
I waited in his driveway while he ran inside to fetch the Jedi weapon. I lifted the shield on my Scorpion and thought about how lucky I was to be riding at the end of December. Still, I should have worn a scarf.
On the way back, at a stop sign, I caught Joseph admiring his shadow. "I look like Boba Fett." We were now in full blown nerd mode. Speeder bikes anyone? I had to admit he was right, though. Visored helmet, backpack with the lightsaber blade protruding...Yeah, it was cool.
As I look out the window now, three days later, I see snowflakes the size of quarters falling outside. Looks like the bikes will be mothballed until spring. But being able to ride with my brother on Christmas was a pretty good present.
Thanks, George Lucas!