Spring fever has been catching up with me so I was messing around outside and in the garage. I had to lift the cover on the bike (just a peek)
Well that did it, I succumbed to the temptation. When I turned the key and was reminded of the LED lights on my new bags. I put new, brighter
bulbs in my gauges. Sixteen years I finally got around to it.
I remembered to turn the gas on (lesson learned the hard way). The bike turned over but was being stubborn, full choke alone wouldn't do it.
I had to twist the throttle a few times, then the bike started with a roar. As the oil starts to flow so did my blood. IT'S ALIVE!!! I'M ALIVE!!!
The exhaust fumes were building so I opened the service door. Was the euphoria I was feeling from carbon monoxide or the joy of hearing
the engine purr? Reality started setting in. The wheels would not turn today.
The rain was melting the snow and ice on the road but there's more of that coming. I'll have to settle for starting the snow blower instead
of the bike. No where near the joy of riding a Valkyrie.
Sorry yer sufferin from dat P M S chit but I on the other hand DID get a rid in today!

RIDE SAFE.