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Temps hit 50 Sunday, the snow melted enough in front of the garage so I could get the bike out and start it up, you know, let it run a little, run some fresh gas through the carbs.
But the roar of the engine and the call of the open black top called to me and I succumbed.
Before I knew it I was crusin' down the road after a while my cell phone rang, it was my wife, she wanted to know where I was, I told her I was close to home and I'd be home after I blew the carbs out.
I turned around when my hands got cold, (no gloves in the saddle bags, damn), when it warms up a little more I'll be back out on the road.
Anybody else been out yet?
Here's my Road Sofa, vintage '85 Yamaha Venture, lets see yours.
This one's from last may.
But the roar of the engine and the call of the open black top called to me and I succumbed.
Before I knew it I was crusin' down the road after a while my cell phone rang, it was my wife, she wanted to know where I was, I told her I was close to home and I'd be home after I blew the carbs out.

I turned around when my hands got cold, (no gloves in the saddle bags, damn), when it warms up a little more I'll be back out on the road.
Anybody else been out yet?
Here's my Road Sofa, vintage '85 Yamaha Venture, lets see yours.

This one's from last may.
