We had a snow squall yesterday. Forty degrees and relentless wind.
I put the bike on the charger over the weekend. It started on the first try. A little backfire. Some white smoke. Then the familiar click that reminds me that I am an airhead.
There are things that need to be done. Oil change. Clutch cable. Break adjustment. Lube the spline.
I love my bike. I miss the road.