Late February riding. Who woulda thunk.

Yesterday it was nearly 60; today the snowflakes are swirling around outside the patio door. Whud up with that? Little Timmy and I got out for a shakedown ride and returned to his house to hot up his Honda 250 with a smaller front sprocket. The evening was capped with an official club meeting at Lodge 11.

Reed Landing Brewing was packed but not with bikes.

Actual bug splatter on my face shield. In February?

Shhprocket work. 

Slim Whitman is now a member.

Official business taking place.