Sorry if it sounds like I'm rubbing it in Frosty, but I managed to get out today.
The day dawned crisp and cold, at -3 degrees, but we had family stuff until 1.30pm.
After that, I was on the bike and up the takas.
Lovely day for a ride, and I think I'm getting over my lack of confidence.
I know how you are feeling, after four weeks without it, but boy does it feel good when you get to ride again.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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