41 degrees at lunchtime today, and my ignition switch had finally thawed out from the sunshine. The roads were wet but clear of snow and ice, the sun was bright, and the sky was the clear blue that you only see this time of year in the northeast. Time to hit the open road. Or, at least, the streets of our little town. I tell you, there ought to be a law against working on such a perfect afternoon.
Forgive the crummy cellphone picture... I shot this when I got to work, parked in some slushy, white crap in my accustomed parking place. Those plow drifts are a reminder of what's coming, I'm afraid. Real winter will descend on me soon enough. But for now, I'm still in denial.
Come Sunday, my old girl goes away for winter storage. A sad thought, to be sure. But the weather man says we'll have time for one last blast tomorrow (unless the SOB's lying to me again). With luck, we'll get another couple-hundred miles before she goes away to sleep the long sleep. But at least she'll be in good hands for those couple of months. I park her in a spare corner at the local chopper shop for the winter. She'll have other bikes to talk to while she's there, and I can get in to work on her, so she won't get lonely.
Come on, spring!![]()



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