It's that time of year again when donning my chaps that had been dormant
since last winter brings the ultimate moment of truth - can I still fit
in them from last year? All my New Year's resolutions hinge on this one
fact. Ok, so it's a woman thing. Some how I can't imagine any of the guys
I know sweating over the fact that there is more protruding out of their
chaps than the previous year. Vive Le Difference!
The inevitable downtime with hazardous roads and cold weather conditions,
not to mention the limited number of motorcycling activities that occur
in this time of year, leave me with lots of time to dream and reflect
back to the not so distant past rides in the glorious sunshine - without
so much as a coat! Sigh. It is this kind of desperation and longing that
gave birth to Polar Bear Rides. An event that gives bragging rites to
the most hard core biker, the bravest of the brave who dare to laugh in
La Niņa's face. By the way, I have decided that La Niņa is Spanish for
"Jack Frost on steroids" and she is definitely kicking VA's butt this
winter.
Nothing is more pitiful and bordering on the cruel than starting up
the dormant bike only to let it idle aimlessly while fluids course through
its previously dried out veins. Allowing it to come to life only enough
to flex its muscles by revving the engines longingly and then unceremoniously
shutting it back down. Even worse, is the winter teaser ride where you
get all dressed up just for a quick time or two around the block and then
it's back to the coral to wait for a better day - just enough of a thrill
to remind you of what you are missing.
This year, my resolution is to live life to the fullest. To forget about
fashion, fit and fancy and just go. To spend more time on the road and
less worrying about things I can't control, like getting older. Its all
about quality of life and since we only get one, there is no excuse not
to give it all you've got.