In a strange turn of events, its has gotten warm in New York just a couple of days after February. It’s very strange, but no one let that day go to waste. I rode for around seven hours yesterday, with breaks obviously, and saw so many other people riding. I also went to somebody’s last second barbeque they were having, which was nice, except for that one really drunk guy.
The first nice day of the year is always a weird feeling, minimally getting air in your tires and new gas in your tank, you’re not used to riding anymore so you mess up a little sometimes. I even noob-stalled my bike that day. In the driveway of the cookout nonetheless.
Either way, I’m really excited to start the riding season again this year. And, besides, next year I might be down south. So, riding season would be EVERY SEASON BABYYYY.
Motorcycles Aren't Dead 