So after an unusually warm Jan. day, knowing the odds are no longer in my favor, I reluctantly put the stable in the gas and topped it off. I sat on my bike with a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other, waiting for the carbs to clear out. I didn't cry... but it sucked.
I think it's safe to assume alot of us need the riding for mental health reasons WAY more than just fun transportation. Now, my riding buddy
and I will be staring at our bikes laughing and reminiscing about
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