NOT BY THE HAIR ON MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN

Is there a sadder view than a motorcycle without a warm, dry place to spend the night? It’s so sad to see a bike that’s wet, and getting wetter, or a bike that’s a snow-covered, water-stained, rusting orphan alone in the street. Such thoughts bring disgust to the heart and a tear to the eye.

A primary rule of motorcycling is: