morning, with the grace of God, I wake up, go through my morning
routine, run outside and look for my shadow. Call it sick, but
damnit, I wanna know how much longer before I can ride again. The
only thing bad about living in upstate N.Y. besides taxes and
Hillary (our newly acquired helmet lovin' fannyroid) is that we
have a short (but sweet) riding season
makes being a biker here a real challenge, kinda like stuffing 12
months of events into a 5 month bag. Now granted we're used to
doin' the 4 wheel thing to the winter swap meets and fund raisers,
but we usually get a few days in between where the temps hit in
the 50s and60s.
we can get out and relieve our pent up throttle withdrawals. But
noo! Not this year! It was so cold when we went to the skin and
steel show in Rochester I was afraid to touch the metal door
handle to get in, so I just cut a hole in the glass…………with
(not really, BUT IT COULD HAPPEN!) Am I bitchen' about
living here? Absolutely not! Just cabin fever gone a little
postal. Believe me when I tell ya, I've been all over the country
and there aren't too many places you'll find a better bunch of
good hearted bikers , and no matter when ya come to visit, there's
always a good biker event in the works. Just check out the Buffalo
events section. And if ya happen to see my shadow, tell 'em
I'm six weeks in front of 'em Cause fuck it………I'm ridein!
Don't forget the Annual Party & Bike Run.