Yes, the Rebel will go freeway speeds. (Isn't it neat how they let motorcycles that small on the freeway?)
So, I was on my way to Eugene to visit my sister and attend a Party-Lite party. That is where we ladies get together and take in lovely candle fragrances and chat about the things that ladies talk about.
I had gotten the time wrong and needed to take the freeway to be on time.
Yes, I could have taken 99 and gone through Junction City, but since the candles that are passed around rarely get past me, I was not about to deprive myself of any missed opportunities.
So I opted for the freeway.
I had not been on the freeway for a while and welcomed the opportunity.
I don't know about freeways elsewhere in the US, but in Oregon, they are really not a problem. Traffic is usually pretty mellow.
Folks who are not motorcycle oriented tend to worry more when they find out that I take my 250 on the freeway.
I don't know how to explain to them that the freeway is actually safer than surface streets in towns.
- No cross traffic. All traffic is going only forward.
- No stopping and rate of travel is consistent.
- Not as many distractions. In a town, there are pedestrians, lights, Taco Bell, going-out-of-business-sign-guys, Starbucks, ect.
I won't tell my dad that I got my motorcycle up to 80 mph, in the fast lane even. He worries.
After returning a few waves from passers by (people tend to wave at the ears), I ended up in Eugene safe and sound.
I must have had a bit of the freeway still in the system, because yesterday found me on the way to Green Peter Reservoir, and where I usually find myself going just below the speed limit, I found that I was tending to exceed it.
Except for the one time that I looked away.
I think that the car in front of me was in the process of stopping when I looked away, because when I looked back a moment later, it was almost stopped (sweet pea, 4 lanes of traffic and no light, the pedestrian can cross when it's clear).
I wasn't following very closely, since I had spent the miles in between Lebanon and Sweet Home practicing following for more than 2 seconds.
But I was a little curious to know if I would stop in time.
I was delighted to discover that without squealing tires and not very much pressure on either brake, I stopped in plenty of time. All those quick stops paid off.
I don't think I will be telling Dad that either.
The last time I was up at the Green Peter Dam, I actually parked my motorcycle in the road and took pictures. The only traffic was me.
This time it was actually quite busy. I was surprised.
I took one crappy picture of my motorcycle, and returned.
I was delighted to discover that my subconscious was not obsessed with speed anymore because I had no problem whatsoever keeping to the speed limit.
I think that next Sunday, I am heading to the coast for some clam chowder.