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March, in like a lamb?

I downloaded a countdown app for my iPhone so I could see how long before I get my motorcycle out of storage. The problem is that I don't know when that actually will be. It all depends on the weather. As a result I used the LAST accessible day I can get it out of storage. I think the last allowable day without incurring further storage fees is the following Monday, but May 12th is my birthday and a Saturday making the 150 km trip to the storage facility an interesting birthday present.


Two months... how dreadful. Now I know for a fact there are folks on the road a lot sooner than my birthday so this is what has been bouncing around in my head as I grow more desperate to have my bike back. I don't just need warmish weather, I need ALL the salt rinsed off of the roads. The last thing I need is to accelerate any kind of rusting. Snowstorms in early to mid April are not all that uncommon but we have had several mild winters in a row. Apparently springtime is the time for flooding, not just April showers. Heather's family cottage was almost flooded out around April 20th last year... and we live on an island, that really only sinks in when the water levels rise. 

I have watched the same comprehensive video review for the 2017 Softail Slim about six times now, just to hear the bike growl and see it on a road. I wish the reviewer had used one in my colour. Black may be almost passé, but it well and truly is the best colour (or lack thereof) to show off the lines of this beautiful beast. I find the balance between black and chrome to be perfect. Because the frame, no matter what colour the bike, remains Vivid Black - it seems the natural choice. The more popular matte black option looks a bit funny with the shiny black frame showing through. 

Judging by a quick scan of my old phone pictures, the snow seems to be gone by mid April, with the possibility of a late snowstorm (or not). I may not have the full 60 days to wait, but I have some more time do spend without my two wheeled friend. Seeing as this is occurring to me as I type, I should share. How strange is it that I have not named my bike, nor do I consistently refer to it as "she"? Maybe I should cast about and see what others think my bike should be called - other than Bikey McBikeface. If anyone is reading this and wants to drop a line with a name suggestion, I will be sure to address it in a future blog post. Mark, I'm counting on you.

The anticipation is bearable, but not a lot of fun. I can't wait to ride again.

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