The chill of winter is here in force. The once intrepid adventurer reclines, cocooned in a warm wooden chrysalis, away from the icy blasts of the northern winds. When he does venture out, the sleek, silver form of open aired freedom is left idle in favor of a conveyance more protective from the elements.
It wasn't so long ago that there was only one car parked in front of this house and the scooter was the only way to go in the wintertime, but for this writer, the cold just isn't inviting anymore. Little things like, oh, breathing for example, have become more important than fuel economy. Thoughts of those days bring a sigh of nostalgia. They are a pleasant memory of times gone by.
Spring waits under a broken blanket of snow and frost, the daylight waning later each day and the morning dawning sooner. Soon, soon, the intrepid adventurer will ride his noble steed again, but for now, it's warm in here.
The Gift of Riding
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Realizations of the Obvious I can get lost inside myself. Preoccupied with
meaningless or sometimes even harmful or pointless preoccupations that cut
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I had to smile when I read this. I'm originally from Western PA and although we were often blessed with mild winters, there were a few that were miserable long months of staying inside.
Every winter I'm glad I moved south.
I tend to agree with you and my bikes are in the garage awaiting summer. Steve Williams doesn't share our view though.
http://scooterinthesticks.com/2015/01/breathe-deep-ride/
Yeah Jim, Steve is much more intrepid than I, but I just can't do it anymore. If the temp reaches 40, I'll pop out and ride, and I've got some fuel stabilizer in the scoot until then, but yeah...no...hah.
Robert, I love winter. It's better than hot muggy summers, but the season has its set of drawbacks. Sure, I used to ride in the snow, but with health issues being what they are for me now, that's not an option anymore. Sad this is.
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