Waiting patiently
The D.C. area got hit by its biggest December snowstorm in a decade this weekend. It's the first time I've been absolutely unable to ride my motorcycle since getting it in August. Here it is sitting beside a snowbank. I started it today and was so sorry to not take it for a spin.
I've hated springtime for as long as I can remember, probably because I have hay fever and asthma. When I was a downhill mountain biker, I wasn't necessarily over-eager for spring because I could still mountain bike somewhat in the winter. Once I stopped mountain biking, I nearly lost track of the seasons. I'd go to work in a snow hat in May. Now that I have the motorcycle, I'm really sensitive to the seasons.
This spring I know I will appreciate the arrival of warm weather much more than I ever did, because I'll get to ride my motorcycle more and more. Ideally I will commute to work via the Iron 883 five days a week in the summer, and take advantage of its 60 m.p.g. (hwy). In the meantime, I have to learn to be a bit more patient. It's tough, though.
I've hated springtime for as long as I can remember, probably because I have hay fever and asthma. When I was a downhill mountain biker, I wasn't necessarily over-eager for spring because I could still mountain bike somewhat in the winter. Once I stopped mountain biking, I nearly lost track of the seasons. I'd go to work in a snow hat in May. Now that I have the motorcycle, I'm really sensitive to the seasons.
This spring I know I will appreciate the arrival of warm weather much more than I ever did, because I'll get to ride my motorcycle more and more. Ideally I will commute to work via the Iron 883 five days a week in the summer, and take advantage of its 60 m.p.g. (hwy). In the meantime, I have to learn to be a bit more patient. It's tough, though.
posted by Mansard at 10:59 PM
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