Well, 50 degrees this afternoon in upstate NY, dusted off the Beemer and took it out for the first spring ride. I've gotta say, one thing about living in the north, is that every year when I get back on the bike it is almost as great a feeling as the first time I rode, with the exception that all the skills (or most of them) are still there. If you've never driven a motorcycle before, let me explain that fighter jet pilots claim a motorcycle is the closest thing on the ground that gives them a feeling anywhere near what they feel when flying their jets. Unlike a car where you turn the wheel and aim the vehicle, the bike becomes an extension of your body. The wind blows by you, the bugs hit you, you see everything around you, you hear more of what is going on around you. It is an amazing experience of freedom, one which I hope I never have to give up in my lifetime.
