I guess we all knew it was coming, but seriously does it have to come as such a shock? The hurricane style storm (meteorologists are currently discussing throughout the country) that centered itself seemingly above Duluth has unleashed. You know that feeling you get when the roller coaster is done clicking and clacking and you're heading to the abyss of the first descent, the one where your stomach tightens up into a little ball. That feeling is what hit me when I lifted my garage door to see WINTER. There was white every where and more of it coming down. Why? Why now? I'm not ready, no one even asked me if I was ready. It's not that I hate winter, it's the messy transition that gets to me.
Screw it! In an act of defiance toward Mother Nature, whom I'm constantly at war with, I decided to take Chili to work this morning. I fit her out with lights and cautiously departed, thinking all the while about that first "slam down" on the black top. To my delight it was all just really wet, no ice. Feeling more confident I opened her up into the big ring while I dug out my camera for this post, quite a risky move I might add. Riding no handed in super slop, in the dark, with cars flying past trying to take pictures is not recommended, but I did it any way.
Totally soaked from road spray I arrived at my place of employment only to find it suspiciously dark. "This is weird, where is everybody", I said out loud. Great! Duluth cancelled school (apparently they're frightened of a little wet snow) leaving me no youth to guide. So, wet and crabby I decide to get a little work done. Oh, and throw up this post, shhh.
I guess the winter will come, so we might as well accept it.
The Royal 160
5 days ago