EVERY WINTER I GET FRUSTRATED BY either not getting enough two-wheeled miles to keep the boredom at bay, or I risk death by frostbite when I decide to head out anyway, regardless of the climes. If a free lunch depends on being motorcycle-mounted, I am your man.
The cure to these irritations is obvious: buy another bike. Gentle reader, I can reveal that this almost always works, and even if the bike turns out to be an utter horror movie, then, well, at least it’s a distraction. Let me tell you a tale of
