seventy two and seventy five
72: Gassed up yesteday in Ruckersville VA on Rt 29. Followed Rt 33 thru Stanardsville up to the Skyline Drive. Hung a left down to Loft Mountain. Camped. This morning, followed Skyline to where it ends in Fort Royal. Gassed again before hitting the slab. 123 miles, 1.7 gallons on the nose, even after a second squeeze. That's 72mpg, my brothers. Apparently, Sierra, my new to me 2016 V650LT loves that twisty mountain road. Up hill, down grade, mostly between 40 & 45 mph. Of course, I'm old enough at this to rarely use the brakes; brakes just turn gasoline into heat. I think that's phenomenal mileage. I need to run this thing the length of the Blue Ridge Parkway. Should be able to combine thr BRP and Skyline end to end on two tanks.
75: Burning loads of slab from Front Royal to home, I noticed how at 75mph Sierra quite suddenly sheds all vibration and turns into a magic carpet, smooth as stone washed silk, quiet as moonlight thru trees, weightless as that red-tailed hawk that makes all the birds and squirrels in our yard flit for cover. Special sweet spot north of 75 mph, that's the ticket.
That's what I learned today.
Unmitigated risk aversion is the new Puritanism; complete with witch hunts funny outfits and humorless preachers thundering doom. The Deity is Safety; Satan is a Lawyer; but the object is the same: to suck the life out of life and tell you how to live it.