By Gerde Applethwaite
Shorter: In Winterfell the cold days are here – keep your loved ones close and banish the darkness.
When I was growing up we were dog people. We were not cat people. We had all sorts of dogs but mostly, as I got older, they were field dogs. It was our habit to put a hook near the front door and hang a leash from it. If you grabbed that leash and made a noise with it you would have an ecstatic Black Lab. or Golden Retriever at the door in mere seconds.
If you ride and you live in a cold climate that first day when you can sense spring in the air is like that. You can smell it and you can also feel it in your bones. Ridin’ weather is comin’ – and soon. Sometimes its a false alarm and you have another couple of weeks with snow, sleet or some other ride interfering noise from the heavens but sometimes you wake up and it feels warm outside and the snow has receded to just patches up against the sides of buildings or nestled into that area between your staircase and the building. The street is dry and it just feels good to be outside in a t-shirt.
You got gear for Christmas and its put away in a closet. Get it out. You got some mod. For the bike and you already bolted that thing up one cold Saturday afternoon in February. The battery has been on the tender and the gas was stabilized when you put the bike up. Put some air in the tires, fire it up – you’re rett’ to go!
For a great many folks in the upper hemisphere the cold season is most seriously upon us. That reverse sense has hit you – the day you walked outside and felt the chill on your bare arms and said to yourself ‘I’m gonna have to put the bike up soon.’ How many more rides can I get in? Yeah, some of you ride all year in the snow and sleet but I gave that up some time ago. The combination now of ice on the road and idiot texters in cars just makes it not so much fun anymore.
I haven’t had a cold weather riding season in a long time. Oh, I have had them believe me. I have frozen my ass off because I wasn’t geared up. I have also felt the icy chill when I was indeed properly suited up. Merde avoir lieu. Now though, I am spoiled with that Camelot Cali. moto life. Don’t be thinking about movin’ out here. We have no room and besides the state is full of loons. Trust me you wouldn’t like it. Stay there – Minnesota needs you, right there. Come visit in the summer, we’ll take you up to Napa — heck we’ll even show you where the speed traps are on Silverado Trail or dang near anywhere on Highway 17 heading over the hill. We’ll take you up the windy road to Alice’s on a Sunday late morning and let you wander around with a cup of coffee in your hand while you ogle all of the bikes parked chock a block. For the moment you just have to get through the cold season in Winterfell.
The Winter won’t be so bad. There are episodes of Cafe Racer to be watched and you can listen to your pal Ansell gripe about how they are taking perfectly good ___________ (name the bike) motorcycles and ruining them with a cutoff wheel and some off the shelf mod’s. Me, I like the cafe racer bikes for the most part but after a couple of beers Ansell (and most everyone who has put their bike up for the winter) gets a little stir crazy – waiting for the sound of the leash at the front door and the feel of warm long sunlight on their arms.
Hang in there. Buy a trick license plate taillight assembly and figure out how to bolt and wire it up. Buy some heated gear and sit in the recliner with your glass mat battery on the tv tray and your gear kluge-plugged into it. that should be good for a larff or two. Spring will be here before you know it. In the meantime cherish your family and your friends – life is short.