That mean’s riding season.
Bikes have been hitting the canyon for almost a couple months now. I don’t miss a single one. I notice the bike, the helmet, the leathers…. hell, the snow suit. Been wishing for month’s they were following me down the mountain. I’d follow them. I just wish I was riding.
I’m thinking next week. This is a new climate and new terrain. Can’t wait to gas up with a fuel pump in one hand, and a hot dog in the other. Hoping the pump would hurry, so I can keep exploring. new ground. Mysteries to figure out.
Very soon. Pretty sure I was born to do this. Can’t wait to put it all my blog.