Checked the tires and oil. Took my youngest for his first motorcycle ride around the neighborhood--grins and whoops, all around! Took another for a ride after that, and topped off the tank. Best three and half miles I've put on in ages. My wife had misplaced the camera, so I'll only have phone pics after I borrow her phone; but, I'll always remember that ear-to-ear grin!

It felt positively balmy for fifty-two degrees Fahrenheit, (eleven degrees Celsius for those in Metric locales).


John H. in Omaha, Nebraska
`81 CT110 "The Goin' Postie!"

John H. in Omaha
`81 CT110 "The Goin' Postie!" - (The bike, not me, mate.)