Yeah, they did.  It has also occurred to me that, even though a lot of the story is a set up for humor and more story, I still have to come up with a marginally legit reason that Longarms wants to take Jones riding with him.  Not too tough, really.

This strip was done accompanied by The Mermen, a long time surf band from Half Moon Bay, California.  I managed to get my hands on a CD while working a side gig some years ago at an event where they played.  Purely instrumental, mysterious, murky, and moody, I get a real sense of movement from the music.  It isn’t too much of a stretch to dig it as riding music, really, considering surfing and riding motorcycles have some of the same body awareness surrender that happens when you’re in the groove, whether it be carving a wave (which I have not done in decades and never well) or carving an asphalt turn.  The album in question is called Food for Other Fish, and is actually the only music I’ve ever heard by them.  But it has a twangy surf feel to it, fast and jangling guitar riffs backed by terrific drums and bass.  Exhilarating to listen to.

I actually got to do some riding this weekend.  It’s been a long stretch of being a motorcycle owner without riding, though I’ve had the Shovelhead for over 20 years.  The last five it has mostly gathered dust.  This week I took the final steps to getting it working.  Friday I took it for a couple of short rides to see how it would do. During the second ride I began to hear an odd jingly noise somewhere on the bike, so I cut the ride short and took it home.

Today (Sunday) I lubed the chain and checked some other stuff, but nothing that would have made the noise.  I suddenly felt the inspiration to wash the machine, something I’ve never done much of, if you must know, and completely unrelated to what happened. In the last decade of not riding much at all, I appear to have forgotten that the best way to find out what’s loose on a bike is to clean it.  I only recalled this bit of age-old biker wisdom when, while drying the headlight, I found that the twist-on end cap (I have no idea what it’s called) was pretty loose and turned easily.

So I fixed it and took it out for a ten mile ride–tamer than tame by my old standards–and found it to work great.