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For the three years I lived in New England, my little Rebel 250 was stored in the cellar while I drank myself out of my first marriage. I envy you, I can almost smell the ocean, the fried clams, the mountains of Vermont and New Hampshire, Cape Cod, so many fine places to ride. You've got the world ahead of you, glad to hear you're settling in and I hope you get that new bike pretty soon. Clean and sober riding is definitely a gift of recovery.
Riding around here has been nice, Friday afternoon I rode around town and took in three AA meetings. T-shirt weather in the morning, cool enough for a riding jacket at night. Pretty soon it'll be too hot to ride during the day, other than short hops, so that's the time to head north into the mountains in the early morning, come back later on after the sun's gone down.
Year-round riding here, that's the benefit of living in the Phoenix area, and some beautiful sunsets too.
__________________ "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty, and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming---*WOW-What a ride*!" |