The roads, while no longer 2 inches deep in ice, are still soaked, though, so the bike remains safely out of the weather until such time as I can enjoy a leisurely ride.
It's not that I refuse to ride on wet roads, it's just that I've only recently cleaned the bike.
It's almost magical, the way cleaning a motorcycle will almost immediately be followed by raid. Or in this case, snow and ice and high winds.
It seems that the adverse weather is directly proportional to how much time and effort goes into cleaning all the nooks and crannies of the engine and polishing every last square millimetre of chrome. It's like some kind of weather spell.
So, having spent hours and effort ensuring my bike looks perfectly sparkling new, I will wait until such time as the first three miles of a ride won't completely undo my handiwork. I'll be back out there soon, and hopefully the weather will actually decide to feel like spring.
