It seems lately my thought process has been consumed by one thing, RIDING. First thing I do in the morning, after essentials, is fill the cup and open the door to the garage; looking at the bikes. Thinking "Soon ladies, soon". As I drive to my first stop, I can see the hills and roads of Tennessee beckoning me to "ride me". I can almost hear the pipes. This year has been an odd one as the weather has worked against me. Rain, Cold, Snow, all the things I left Chicago for years ago, figured Tennessee was far south enough to escape
winter. But since the Volunteer State has some of the most beautiful riding roads, I'll stay, but FLA looks good right now.
As my day wears on, I think more and more about riding. I go over my check list time and time again, " what else do I need to do to get ready?" More coffee. Then, as I drive home after a 12 hr day of agonizing, I pull up the house and enter the garage, "daddy's home". Then set in to tweaking, adjusting, cleaning, and best of all, polishing, got wood?
Oh well, time to eat, talk trips and riding, Oh, and talk with this bunch of addicts