Blowing exhaust to rouse the winter air and shaking under restrain of its orange tie down, my R75/6 is alive on the first try. Backed by a cacophony of neighborhood dogs yipping to my success, the garage door remains cracked. Slowly the dust settles as the engine is shut
Under the cover of snow, familiar bike routes remain frozen and lie in wait for Spring. Further reassurance that tearing apart my motorbike for maintenance this winter is the proper thing. Forced into neutral, future trips take form based on past runs and wish lists. 2023 was the year I
It is Fall. The chipmunks are working overtime hording food. Our first attempt at supper has been thwarted by their thieving bravado. Campsite inventory is now minus one baguette. The salad remains. Since it's too late in the season to set up tent, we've booked an