Norm
Wizard
Alarm sounds and I leap to my feet and silence it before anyone else wakes. I stroll to the window and a quick glance rewards me with clear skies and a dry road. I know Professor Fizz is already awake and ready to roll. There are advantages to being born of metal alloy, rubber, and plastic, where all your fluids are warmed to operational in a split second. “Give me a couple, pal,” I think to myself and hop in the shower.
My wife has the coffee made when I come downstairs and it goes in a thermos as does a breakfast bar. A kiss and I’m off with my speedy friend. It’s chillier than I calculated from my bedroom command post but the Gerbing vest and gloves, powered by the Fizz are up to the task. The professor’s clock tells me I’m behind schedule by 2 or 3 minutes so once I’m off the driveway I roll hard on the throttle and now I’m wondering if he changed the clock with this in mind; he always seems to be a step ahead of me.
Back roads change to country roads and they in turn change to secondary channels and all the while the Professor and I are doing the speed limit…plus 10…or so. All these give way to route 495 where the speed limit is whatever you think you can get away with. Today it’s 3 digits, for me and the cars. In short order we’re no longer behind by 2 minutes. We’re no longer behind anything for that matter and 14 miles on the super highway puts me at my exit to route 93, another super highway.
I glance over the rail and see, ugh, a major backup. The cars behind me get out before the exit ramp to seek open road and I decide to join them. I fiddle with the navigation system which informs me that fiddling with the navigation system while riding the Professor on the highway has been determined to be hazardous to my health. I believe it. So I exit at the next ramp and pull into the ubiquitous Mickey D’s where I enter my work address. I’m just 2 miles down the road from work it tells me, assuming I really still want to go to work. I don’t but it’s part time work and amazingly I like it, so yes, I guess I will go the 2 miles and then stop.
Dave, the guard shouts “Hi doc. A little chilly out this morning on the bike, eh?” “Good morning Dave, yea, cold today,” I lie and turn down the thermostat on the Gerbing. I park the Professor and I know he will wait patiently for the ride home, which we will get to…eventually.
My wife has the coffee made when I come downstairs and it goes in a thermos as does a breakfast bar. A kiss and I’m off with my speedy friend. It’s chillier than I calculated from my bedroom command post but the Gerbing vest and gloves, powered by the Fizz are up to the task. The professor’s clock tells me I’m behind schedule by 2 or 3 minutes so once I’m off the driveway I roll hard on the throttle and now I’m wondering if he changed the clock with this in mind; he always seems to be a step ahead of me.
Back roads change to country roads and they in turn change to secondary channels and all the while the Professor and I are doing the speed limit…plus 10…or so. All these give way to route 495 where the speed limit is whatever you think you can get away with. Today it’s 3 digits, for me and the cars. In short order we’re no longer behind by 2 minutes. We’re no longer behind anything for that matter and 14 miles on the super highway puts me at my exit to route 93, another super highway.
I glance over the rail and see, ugh, a major backup. The cars behind me get out before the exit ramp to seek open road and I decide to join them. I fiddle with the navigation system which informs me that fiddling with the navigation system while riding the Professor on the highway has been determined to be hazardous to my health. I believe it. So I exit at the next ramp and pull into the ubiquitous Mickey D’s where I enter my work address. I’m just 2 miles down the road from work it tells me, assuming I really still want to go to work. I don’t but it’s part time work and amazingly I like it, so yes, I guess I will go the 2 miles and then stop.
Dave, the guard shouts “Hi doc. A little chilly out this morning on the bike, eh?” “Good morning Dave, yea, cold today,” I lie and turn down the thermostat on the Gerbing. I park the Professor and I know he will wait patiently for the ride home, which we will get to…eventually.
