BACKROADS • NOVEMBER 2021
Sunday.
I have it on good authority that the Gods do not want you to play golf, or veg on the couch watching the team du jour get pummeled. I believe that the Gods Asphaltium, Macadamous, and Roadisious wish us to ride motorcycles. And, now and again they provide the perfect Sunday to do just this.
Page 37 I had an interesting one of these in May. I had just brought a new bike into the stable. A 2019 Kawasaki Z900RS. For those of you who were around and riding back in the early 70s, the Kawasaki Z-1 more or less ruled the streets. I had one back then and am very sorry that my 19-year-old brain did not realize just what I had and I spent all my free time abusing the machine as only a 19-year old kid would. This new 900Z came in those same colors - Root Beer and Orange! My favorite color scheme. So, when the opportunity arose to purchase a new “old-style” Z I jumped at the chance. My brother-in-law Jan was up to Backroads Central the next week. He asked if I was going to put bags on it. “Nope – it stays this way – perhaps a small RKA Tank Bag – just to carry some things”, I replied. “Oh, so it’s a Sunday bike…” Exactly. Jan has very good taste in a wide variety of things. He liked the Z-1. I liked that he liked it too. A few weeks later I had a rare Sunday to myself as Shira had to attend a Bridal Shower for our friend Maria’s daughter Victoria. The odd thing is that I was married to Maria at one time – pre-Shira – but as I headed out on, in my mind, a reborn ‘73 Z-1 I realized that both women that I have married were drinking wine and partying together 100-miles away. Strange things happen in the world. My Brian-Do list for that Sunday was complete, basically lawn care & vehicle maintenance. By mid-after-
