Motorcyclists young and old, of both genders and all of faiths and colors let me be your eyes for I have seen the future and know our path is bright! I have seen the sun. Where once there was darkness there is now light. I have been visited by the ghost of motorcycling future and she was beautiful!
It’s official. I’m all revved up for spring. May as well shout it, this is it folks: SPRING IS COMING.
We’re covered in snow and I don’t care. Spring is coming. Sure late January may feel like the dead of winter, but I’ve had feelings for every woman who I’ve ever neglected and every woman who’s ever left me, so what’s a feeling anyway?
The facts are as clear as freshly polished chrome on a hot summer day and here they are: yesterday I left work at the end of the day and the parking, though covered in packed down snow, was sunny. I was no longer leaving work to enter a world of darkness.
The first sign of spring came on the weekend. I began looking at some classic motorcycles for sale, the cheaper the better, as museum pieces for my home. I didn’t read the sign. I hadn’t seen the light. Yesterday after work… I saw it.
Cl-, Cli-Cli-Cli-Cli-Cli-, Click, BRAP! Brap brap brap brap.
My little heart fired up.
A throttle twist of the throttle to open up the fuel lines.
Hold it open longer. Is this real? Is spring coming.
I can feel it now.
I stayed up well past 2:00 AM, surfing the internet for the accessories I wanted for my motorcycle this spring, finding the best prices, reading reviews, deciding on what it was that I… just. had. to. have.
It wasn’t about a museum piece that I could admire from IN the house anymore. It was about all of the things I would do OUT of the house. It was about life, love, the road, v-twins and long legs, high heels on foot pegs inch above hot exhaust pipes playing all of the right sounds.
My heart was firing on all cylinders now.
A smooth and steady idle.
Today I put on my “Live to Ride – Ride to Live” t-shirt. It’s a little lame. It even has skulls on it, just like the YouMotorcycle logo, to make it even more cliché. When I first started riding I wore it all of the time. That was about 7 years ago. I don’t wear it much anymore. There was a time when I wore it on all of my long rides.
No one is going to see it. It’s on under a nicer shirt. My coworkers won’t know I’m wearing it, and I don’t much care for the impression my riding makes on them anyway. There was something about putting that shirt back on this morning that just felt so right… even if it was only for a short scooter ride to a snow filled work parking lot.
Spring is coming folks. Get excited!