Look at what followed me home!!
Ain't it purdy? So there I was, minding my own business, when a supposedly good influence on the impressionable riders in my neighborhood throws out one of those "once in a lifetime bargains". The hook was dangled, and I hit it like a starving Carp.
"98 "Blueberry Baby Bike". 6K on the clock, all there and well cared for. Not sure if the BBB will crank out enough watts to energize my Gerbing's jacket liner and gloves. It was approaching dark, and I didn't want to risk a dead battery out in the sticks, so I gritted my teeth, threw on the 'stich and beat feet for the mountains. 42 miles later, I pulled up the driveway. It's got Kenda 270's fore and aft. 42 miles was a lot like being tied to the bed and someone dropping forty quarters in the magic fingers slot. Those who live to "get into the wind", probably don't do that much when the ambient temperatures are in the forties and there is no windshield.
It's out parked along side the big KLR. When the sic-fiddy dozes off, I'll 'prolly bring the new little fella in the house.
“many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased”- Steinbeck, [I]"Travels with Charlie"
[FONT="Century Gothic"][I]Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith[/I] [/FONT]