. ....Im thinking yeh
....born and raised in jersey....let me say that for most of my life Ive ridden 12 months out of the year...most of my 35 years in the wind.....before I moved up North...my buddy Johnnie and I used to ride out to breatkfast in 15 degree weather...snow on the ground....we,d warm up on a nice breakfast and LOTS of HOT coffee....talking about our...ride for the day....you see we never planned them...in fact we did our best NOT to plan them....we were of the mind that the ..best ride...was the one with...no destination...no time constraints....and certainly....no weather constraints..
....we,d finish breakfast...head out to the parkinglot and suit up...Id get my snowmobile suit on....heavy gloves....thermals...(no Gerbings back then)....and we,d head out.....usually over the bridge into the rolling hills of Pennsylvania...Johnnie would usually lead...riding fast and low..which was his stlye.....Id be right on his ass, following him over winding...twisting hills...and valleys....our eyes always scoping the road just ahead of us....you see black Ice and the back roads of Pennsey go together...and you usually never knew you were on black ice...until the ass end of yer bike started comming round...ask Johnnie....
....we,d get to our destination...whcih alot of times was the tiny tourist trap of a town know as New Hope...and we,d park our bikes and stiffly dismount.....my hands would be so cold...my fingers stinging...that I really couldnt feel them.....we,d head off for this little French Bakery down this back alley that we knew of...get a nice pastry and a big ol cup of steamin hot coffee...have a seat....and grin at each other like the crazy fools we were....after about a half hour...right about the time the warmth was slowly creeping back into our bodies...and our feet didnt feel like a couple of aching ice blocks...we,d mount up and head back on out....deeper into the hills....snow now covered the sides of the road permanently...ice was hanging down in parts where water runoff from the cliffs on both sides of had formed 6 foot icicles...and still Johnnie tweeked his throttle....bobbing and weaving...looking for those sunny parts of the road where he knew no ice was...and trying his best to stay out of the shade...and the danger it held..
.....then...I moved to Michigan....not just any part mind you....Northern Michigan...to a tiny little town way out in the woods....200 miles from the Canadian Border....it was here I was to hook up with...and become part of...a HUGE group of folks who had an unbridled passion for riding that truly amazed me.....the Michigan Chapter of the VRCC....sometimes known as....Michigans Misguided.....maybe you heard of them.....they rode 375,160 miles last year....in their...riding season
...now the....riding season here is short....mid March to late November...with a few precious days in the beginning and end, that are thourghly exploited if possible.....my first summer here, when I was introduced to these folks...we rode and rode and rode...and then winter came...and I was confronted with a ritual I had never known before....winterizing my bike...it was like a Wolf...roaming free all his life...then suddenly...against his will....caged....and I was that Wolf.....I went through many personality changes....denial...depression...desperation.....you see the winters in Michigan are long and sometimes brutal...especially up North where I reside....it starts snowing around the end of October...and as the temps stay below freezing...and the snow comes and comes and comes....and just builds up...you get used to waking up to the sound of snow plows as they endlessly push mountains of the white stuff around...and leave a sea of road salt in their wake.....the snow is deep...the roads are pure ice....and you are NOT riding..
....this year winter was unusually harsh...we got ALOT of snow...and tempatures were BELOW zero for many...many days...and Im not talking 5 or 10 degrees...Im talking 25 below.......that my friend is a cold you have never in your life experienced...the last few years the locals would kid me about the weather...you see ..when I first moved here, all this snow and cold freeked me out...and I complained bitterly about it...and they,ed laugh and tell me....shoot...this is nothing...years ago we used to get 10 to 15 feet of snow with temps below zero for days on end...well....this year even they were complaining...saying things like it hasnt been this bad for a long time...and this is the kind of winter they used to get....20 years ago...
.....thats why...when the end of March came...when I could finally look out the window and see the thermometer needle on...the plus side....in the morning...when all this God foresaken snow was finally...finally...almost gone....I STILL couldnt wait....hell...I was out there 3 weeks ago when the roads had barely cleared....using a pick and what ever else I could find...to *chop* my way ....out to the street...and starting my beautiful State up....and riding up and down the street with a big ol stupid grin on my face like I just hit the lottery....and for the last week or so...myself...along with a few hundred other...Michiganders....Bikers.....VRCC Member.....THE MICHIGANS MISGUIDED....have been waiting for that one single weather report...where that ass hat in the off the rack Sears suit says....its gonna rain cats and dogs for the next few days...but then we expect sunny and 55 degrees.....and yanno what ?. .....there will be garage doors opening ALL over this State...and gleaming ..shining....steeds...will once again be in the wind...
.....like I said before...the ground was *almost* clear of any snow around here...and I was waiting for ....that rain....then...Saturday morning...I woke up to...this....yeh...its back....and its heartless....and all we can do is....wait....this is what it looks like outside my house today....

...so...Im here to tell ya....yeh...there is such a thing as a....riding season....and I think you have to be a certain kind of person to...endure it...because thats all you can do......endure it
.....but hear me out
.....that...riding season...is almost here....and Im here to tell you my friend, that you will definitely know when it arrives....
. ....how ?
.....you,ll know because...The Michigans MIsguided...will once agian be in the wind...and...
. .....the line of bikes will seem to streach on ....forever
