Ideas are interesting things. They start small, but grow. Larger. They start needing more attention, take more time. Require more planning.
Just like the next big trip. A thought. A place. A destination or two. Or three. A national park. A scenic byway. Or two. Or four.
For now, Clyde is getting his final spa treatment. Heated grips have been installed (original ones weren't even connected), and air horn is being figured out. Notalotta room under that fairing to fit the Stebel, but TJ is concocting something. It's a good week for him to be in the shop, since I've had a cold. Hopefully the worst is past and I might be able to ride again this weekend.
Sneezing inside a full face helmet is no fun.
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