Dear Winter – You Were Cute for a Minute There But You Can Go Now
For the most part I don’t complain about the winter. The truth is, I don’t really mind it so much. But like anyone else I have my moments when I get fed up.
While suiting up to head out on the Ural on Saturday morning, I hit my emotional wall. I stood in the hallway tugging at the cuffs on my Gerbing liner. I had to pull them down from where they’d creeped up into my sleeve along with the leads for my heated gloves. Then thanks to my impatience I was fishing out the plug for my heattroller since I forgot to pull it out from under the waistband of the liner. My REVIT jacket felt winter snug as I zipped it up. ::sigh::
These were simple actions that I’ve done a million times. For whatever reason – they just pushed my buttons. I felt like tearing off all of my riding gear and running screaming out the front door. In that moment – I’d had it.
“I’m sick of plugging in!”
I marched my (grouchy) puffy self out the door and spent the next few hours playing photo tag on the Ural.
By the time I got home I’d long since forgotten about how much I hated putting on my snug stay warm gear.
Even though I had to plug in, had to come home and wash all the road grunge and salt dust off the bike – it was worth the effort. I had a good time riding.
Riding a motorcycle fixes everything.