An unusual warm spell and the even more unusual event of a Saturday free of work coincided.
I just couldn’t help it.
I needed to take the Harley for a run.
Guess I wasn’t the only one who felt it might be the last chance today.
The last ride of the season always feels very different from the first. Now the bike is a long and trusted friend moving smoothly in the rhythm you want.
In spring it will feel like meeting your lover after you have been apart for a long time. You need to overcome a certain shyness and restraint first.
But now, at the end of the season, the closeness is complete and you don’t want it to end.
Why is it that we always want the things we can’t have most?
The motorcycle cycle is cruel to addicts like me.