This morning I left the house in my leather jacket. The sun was out. The air didn’t bite. I opened the garage and wheeled out the Moto Guzzi. It started right up. It was my first ride in 3 months. The bike felt great. But my ride lasted only 4 minutes because my commute to work is so short. I parked right near the entrance. I didn’t see any other bikes. I felt a small amount of joy that my motorcycle was the first to make an appearance this year. A little announcement to the others that it’s time to start riding again.
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