People,

I may be jumping the gun a little, but in my utter hatred for winter I have declared it officially spring, and thus officially motorcycle season.

Yesterday I pulled the beast out of the shed, lubed up the chain, got myself some fresh gas, put the battery back in, reattached the seat and then did a comical ten minute slip and slide routine out of my icy backyard.

Then I took a loooooooong ride and man, it was like I was plunging the knife into old man winter's chest myself. Of course, then it got dark and my testicles retreated somewhere just south of my eyeballs, but beggars can't be choosers.

Today I rode to work. It was cold, and I got hit with a ton of kicked up sand and gravel left over from plowing, but it was worth it.

I'm back, baby!