Sunday, December 11, 2016

white and grey

We are headfirst into the days of drear. Roads are either wet or icy and looking at the pictures from summer I long for wind and yellow lines. The grey sneaks up so fast. The sun melts on the horizon and a blanket of cloud looms, threatening ominous precipitation. When a light ekes out between, reminding me of summer, a cold wind seeps through my clothes edging out any thoughts of a winter ride.

Plan and maps for 2017 will start soon. Highlighters, google and wish lists will emerge with the hope of an early spring. The bikes are tucked away now...trickle chargers where necessary - oil changes on garage days...biker movies and stories get us through.