Remembering Why You Do It.

It is easy, very easy, to get caught up in the day to day.  To get wrapped up in trying to keep the shop running, and making enough money to pay the bills and make payroll, and stressing because it's February, and no one was thinking about their motorcycles, let alone riding them.

And it's cold as the dickens outside.  The shop is 10 minutes from the house, so you jump in the truck instead of bundling up for a ride that will take less time to do it, than it does to get geared up for it.

Then, days come along like today.  Where you COULD jump in the truck to get where you are going, but instead, you and a small group of your close friends, take a ride...

It never got above 50 degrees.  My wife, is a trooper, to say the least.  No bagger with a fairing to block the wind for her, she rode all day on her NON-rubber mounted sportster.  Never complained one time, although I knew she was freezing.

My buddy Shifty, on his rigid Knucklehead, and it was just purring right along.  We had to put him in the left side of the lane because the right section was so tore up and bumpy, it was throwing the back end of his bike around.

And Scotty, taking it easy on his motor that we just punched out to 106" with new cams, still trying to break it in, and being very nice to it.  But you can just tell he is itching to get on it.

We rode for a couple hours there, and a couple hours back just to have lunch with some other friends.  Friends who we don't see nearly enough, so we value the time with them when we do.

And it's days like to day, that you remember why you do what you chose to do.

RIDE MUCH.  RIDE MORE.  RIDE OFTEN.