This weekend, we rode out to Stow and put the motorcycles in our friends’ garage for the winter. We probably could have kept them in town another couple weeks, but we had a ride back this weekend, so yesterday was my last motorcycle day until maybe April ’07.
It makes me sadder than I’d like to admit. I’ve never wanted to be the kind of guy who gets attached to mere consumer goods. I mean, it’s an expensive, dangerous, toy that wastes gasoline and is bad for the environment. How can I be so insistent on wanting to ride it until the weather turns bitterly cold?
But it feels like I have put my manhood into winter storage, and I’m afraid that when I get it back, it’ll be all moth-eaten.
Secretly Ironic 