Two years ago the bike flew back from Dakar needing work, so I delivered it into a garage. Just in time for the Februray snowstorm that shut most of the SE. Typical, thought I. By the time it was ready the garage had a foot of snow.
Last month the bike flew back from Manama, with a few serious problems that I’ve been fixing in the carpark. Got it all sorted finally. Imagine my excitement last night, as I prepped the bike for the first ride since mid-October! I was like a child trying to sleep on Christmas eve. No more cycling!!!
I don’t need to tell you what the weather was like this morning.
On both these occasions I still rode the bike, but my goodness did I struggle with self-restraint on the throttle. Hardly the crispy dry road I was dreaming of 
Bring on the dry roads Please weatherlady!!
Bring on the dry!
I wish i could be out on the snow 
