Summer in central New York this year was, at best, dismal. I think those of us who ride did more polishing than riding. And no one wants to see the end of what could have been. But September was nice- probably better than August. I figured the end of September was as good as it was going to get and put the Bullet up for the winter.
Now it is mid November and as I sit on my deck I am still watching motorcycles pass to and fro. My cocktail just doesn't taste as good as it should at this time of the year. Weather.