I left work a couple of hours early, met Kelly, and headed down the west side of Utah Lake for the short ride to Elberta. The lake, a giant mirror, reflected Timponogos and the other snow-capped peaks of the Wasatch Mountains as we disturbed the tawny leaves we left in swirls along the side of the road.
I couldn’t help but smile as we enjoyed our late November ride. I love the feel of the wind in my face and the sounds of my machine as I accelerate past the two para-gliders, with propellers strapped to their backs, practicing their take offs and landings.
We weren’t the only ones enjoying the beautiful afternoon.
The narrow two-lane doesn’t see much traffic, but we do pass a car or two as the road undulates with the hills that drop down to the lake. I like these roads that follow the contour of the land. Unlike the east side of the lake, there’s not much other than cultivated farmland on this side—and the harvest has been long done.
We pulled into an abandoned gas station in Elberta to dismount, stretch our legs, talk about motorcycles and the rides we plan to do in the spring. It goes without saying that there will be days like this all winter, when the sun is shining, the roads are dry, and we’ll be compelled to mount up and hit the road (even if only for a couple of hours). I feel sorry for the riders who have put their bikes up for the season.