You can tell it's spring in the Northeast. I was outside this morning gathering brush to burn (an annual ritual I could easily do without) when I heard the call of spring; the sound of distant v-twin pipes winding through the twisties as they approached my house. It brought a smile to my face. I live on a road frequented by bikes in the warm months and it's common to have 30 bikes pass by in a day. Today was one of the first warm (35°+) weekend days since winter and the sound of those pipes reminded me of things to come; hot nights you ride around the lakes to feel the cool breeze, the therapy of washing your bike, enjoying a beer as I sit back and just stare at my Victory—I think it's beautiful, hooking up with old friends out on bike rallys. Can you tell I'm really eager to start my summer?
The irony is that I don't have my bike. It spent the winter—and now early spring—at Lloydz shop where he's putting on a few doodads (beach bars, longer cables, new 2-1 RPW pipes, etc.) and having a few things rechromed such as the forks and luggage rack. We have an agreement: He does great work and I don't bug him about it. Talk about self discipline! I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. So if you are out an about and carving up the road on your bike this spring, and pass by guys with long faces doing yard work, give them a wave. We need a little sympathy.