Now, for a rambling post with practically no point:
A pastor friend of mine joked about naming his motorcycle “Visitation”. You know, I think I like that.
“Sorry, no I can’t meet tomorrow. I’m out on Visitation.”
My Visitation needs a new battery though. It’s a heart breaking thing when the day is beautiful and you go to get on your bike…and it won’t start. “She’s dead, Jim.”
She needs a transplant. For my next trick I’m going to predict the future: “I foresee a journey to the parts store in my future.”
Riding in Colorado in the Spring and Summer is awesome. The snow is gone (though I love snow), the roads are (mostly) clear. You can either ride through the eastern farmland and let the throttle unwind or choose mountain vistas and take a leisurely, winding trip. In the afternoon when the squalls come through you find a nice little bolt-hole (tavern, restaurant, coffee shop) to relax and let it blow over. Though the past couple weeks have been the exception they usually blow over in a short time. Then you hit the road again accompanied by the scent of freshly fallen rain.