I'm not saying they should be jealous but the guys in places like Southern California just don't know what it feels like to blow your load after a long cold winter of non pony riding action. Oh... Lord... let me tell you how good it did feel! It was the first chance I was able to get out for a good ride without my nose falling off. For some damn reason I have spent very little time in the shop this winter. I never even touched The Locust and finally got a throttle cable put on her today. She started up in a huge ploom of smoke. Still haven't touched the top end... oh well... I just poured more oil in and hit the streets. It was like learning to ride all over again. I forgot just how sketchy this thing is to ride. I about crashed around the first turn. I also found that my riding muscles are horribly out of shape. It was like a full body work out while trying to ride her.
The weather was warm and the skies were unpredictable....... what more could you ask for?
The storm clouds were a chase'n but I wasn't dona riding.
Shit hit the fan!