20 days. 20 damn days. 20 wrenching, excruciating damn days until March 4And what happens on march 4 you ask?
Easy answer. I insure my bike. You know, the two wheeled dream that has been hibernating from the salt and snow in my garage. The marvellous machine that doesn’t do well coated in brine and sand due to the 3 feet of snow in my front yard.
Don’t get me wrong. She hasn’t been neglected. Every couple of days I go down and spend time with her. And wonderful HB has been alternating the trickle charger between her and Bella.
We have spent a few ‘bonding moments’ where, while straddling her with a bottle of wine in one hand and a chocolate box in another, moaning that she is the only one that understands me, my poor HB just puts up with it.
In the meantime, I count the days until it’s insurance time. Hoping that it will only be 20 more days. Until then – come on sun and warm weather! We need you.