A Gray World

Eventually, reliably, the gray gloom of winter gets to me. Moving outdoors to walk or ride changes from a looked for dose of recreation and enjoyment to a heavy trudge of resignation. Keeping all five machines in the garage “winterized” through consistent riding becomes work. Why riders drain the fuel and pull the batteries from their scooters and motorcycles gets clearer every winter.

I hear the call of the road still. And I find myself torn between inspiration and desperation. Feeling thrilled to get out despite the cold and desperate for the weather to warm. Lately I’ve found myself spending entirely too much time in mental whining about the state of the weather and the challenges it poses for riding.

Standing on a familiar road I am trying to convince myself there is no salt.

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