The grey sky and rain have rolled in suggesting an end to my riding season.
Bike is washed and bedded down, though at the ready to fire up on the chance of a sunny, dry day.
The cold of November nips your cheeks and invigorates. I warm my fingertips on the engine, periodically slowing down on my throttle hand...It is oft suggested I need heated grips, vest or gloves. I am like my man...scoffing at the luxury.
We are in the season of planning now. 2013 having ridden in Australia and the Maritimes, our next adventure awaits our dreams. Suggestions are welcomed.