No, not from injuries that may have been suffered in a horrible, age-related, ballroom dancing lesson accident, but winter finally struck around here yesterday, not a blizzard or anything, but enough to justify putting some gas in the F-150 instead of any of the bikes.
I'm still hoping for a brown Christmas this year, and may still get one if this frozen white shit isn't immediately replaced with more frozen white shit once it melts off...at least for a while.
Where I live, winter hits, then leaves for a little while, then hits again, on and off until spring...then it hits again.
I can usually ride some in the deep winter months when the roads dry off and the temps swing into the fifties and even sixties (F) on occasion..then it sometimes dumps into the sub-zero range for revenge.
Last winter, as a temporary five day assignment, my 'day job' had me driving miners back and forth, sixty miles each way, twice per day in the bus with their shift schedules, to a large mine in Eastern Wyoming (Newcastle area), the temperatures ranging from 25 below zero to about 30 below zero.
I'm not seriously complaining though, we've been having a very nice, and very long autumn this year that has allowed an extended riding season, but it's obviously on hold now for a while.
The affliction often referred to as 'cabin fever' usually starts to infect our brain pans in the December month, mine more than Trixie's, and it's effects won't subside until around March. This is our danger period when we (I) buy motorbikes, not late spring or early summer, but with the mind-numbing winter doldrums.
Just yesterday I arranged a possible sale of my '81 Honda CB900C, with the intention of clearing out a rather small financial obligation concerning that bike in order to make a little more 'room' for a probable new bike purchase down the line a few months.
Anyway, winter just arrived in earnest here, and I'm already posting another rambling, stream-of-consciousness thread about not much of anything. For that I apologize...it's the cabin fever.