And one day, spring simply came.  I’m not talking exclusively about weather.

Looking to the Crazies..

I found myself ill-prepared for it.  Excursions into the sport of hockey over the winter had essentially taken most of my free “fun” time.  Coupled with some other rather significant events, little time was to spare for the turning of wrenches and bolts.  My motorcycles sat un-winterized and un-loved.  The road grime from their last foray into the wild still clinging to the engine cases.

For the first time in my mechanized life, I didn’t stress over it.  No midnight scrambles to get oil changed, valves adjusted or bearings replaced.  I just rode.  For three weekends in a row.  Hours of trails, bumps, and tight technical turns.

The hockey skates are starting to collect some dust in the closet. I’ve got clumps of dirt on my garage floor.  The moto goggles are speckled with run-off mud, and my riding boots are baked with it as well.  Spring is here.