Today was a clear blue day, with a high of maybe 65, and I managed to drum up an excuse to ride. I wasn’t the only one — I lost count of the old farts on baggers, the leather-clad sportriders, the dual-sport pilots with their perfect posture, all happily waving. It will be cold tomorrow, on the last day of the year, topping out in the high 40s. Yes, I could bundle up and brave it, but I doubt that I will. Today was a nice little gift, and it will have to hold me until the weather warms up a bit. Or until the desire to ride outweighs the comfort level.
Happy New Year!