Well it was yesterday actually. It was another beautiful sunny Spring morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, but the "Handbrake" was whining about the length of the grass (fair enough I suppose, I use my Kelpie as a guide to when I mow the lawn, when I can't see her any more is usually the trigger) so I dutifully mowed, weedwacked, blew etc until she was satisfied that the yard was up to her (rather high, methinks) standards.
Then I had a shower to remove the spiders and dog #$%* spray, fired up the beautiful gold K2, and rode. Man, what a ride, I stayed away from the freeways and had a ball defying the laws of the land, not to mention the laws of gravity, common sense, et al. Casey Stoner would have been proud of me, scraping my steel capped work boots around most corners, red lining it thru the gears, and chasing down young blokes on sports bikes. (and actually passing a few)
I stopped in at my local RSL (old Soldiers Club) on the way home and had a couple of ciders, while I won and then lost a small (very small) fortune on the slots, all the while avoiding the advances of the deperate housewives that infest these venues. All in all, a great start to Spring! Cheers, Terry.