Yesterday we planned to ride today. They said we'd have highs around 70, and indeed we have. Last night, though, I got to thinking maybe Cliff would like to spend this golden day puttering around the farm (I use the term "farm" loosely, because we're not real farmers).
He agreed that at this time of year there's a lot he can find to do on an unseasonably warm January day. The thing is, it really needs to be at least sixty degrees before we head out on the bike. Oh yes, there are lots of folks who take pride in the fact that they ride their motorcycles all winter, but Freezing to death just isn't FUN to us. So we'd have been waiting until noon or so for it to warm up, and then we'd have maybe four hours to ride. We've ridden all the local roads until we know them like the backs of our hands, and we don't want to get too far from home because we know nightfall (and cool temperatures) come early. We'll have plenty of riding weather in the spring.
Hey, a person can dream, can't she?