Well here we go again. The bike has been parked for the past few months and its owner (that would be moi) is beginning to suffer the pangs of PMS (parked motorcycle syndrome). But never fear, spring is here … or is it?
Early March was beautiful and unseasonably warm, leading to dreams of an early start to the riding season. A few hearty souls even managed to get their bikes out of storage for a quick spin during those few golden days. But then came the dreaded polar vortex, sweeping cold air down from the Arctic in a weather pattern that, like your mother-in-law, is destined to overstay its welcome.
To use a travel metaphor, we’ve pushed back from the gate but are still on the tarmac, waiting for a takeoff slot to open. The least they could do is serve drinks while we wait.