Debra, no envy from me, reached 76 here and I uncovered and fired up the bike and instead of the wash, wax and polishing I planned, we did an 80 mile trip to Middlefield and Mespotamia, Amish country, again. It was my first this year and I was a litle nervous, afraid that I would forget how to ride, took a quick trip around the neighborhood, worked through all the important bits and felt good when we finally got on the road. We were a group of 3, bikes were everywhere, dozens of them and I was surprised that each one 'waved', even the crotch rockets. We had icecream at the General Store, sampled dips and cheeses, bought a few things and had a hilly, curvey ride home.
I was tired but pleased with the way I felt about how I rode, turns weren't as ragged as I was afraid they would be, no near panic moments, it was a good, safe ride.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Brenda
Hope for the Best. Expect the Worst. I am rarely Disappointed.