The weather was perfect this afternoon...low humidity, cooler temps and plenty of sunshine. I had to take a ride and enjoy it. I've been consumed lately with my Shovel project and riding today reminded me how lucky I am to have this bike running.
We've definitely had our moments (pushing it off I-75 North on Lookout Mtn, charging issues, exploding advance units on my Birthday) but I'm thankful that I didn't give up. Things will constantly happen with vintage motorcycles, Bill reminded me the other night that it's part of the fun. Leaving on a 300+ mile trip and wondering if your machine will make it is a lot different than turning a key, priming the fuel pump, and arriving as comfortably as if you'd driven your SUV.
Riding my Ironhead today reminded me why I love vintage motorcycles. Getting there, whether a 3-state weekend run, or just a few miles to grab a bite to eat, is an accomplishment and source of pride.