Yes sir-eee folks... the white spots you see on the camera lens and reflected in the flash, are what you think they are. SNOW!
Those are my size 11 boot tracks (in the pic below) freshly stamped on the cement of the garage approach.
Impressions which will last until next April, when another year of hope springs eternal.
"Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come".
Alexander Pope - circa 1733
Spring will also yield your humble narrators next opportunity to saddle up on the Motörheadster. An opportunity I will no doubt long for... yet anticipate with baited breath.
Ride to live - Live to ride!
What you may not be able to see, are my tears of anguish as another riding season comes to an official end.
Farfegnugen is all I can say about this year on the scoot!