So I went out for a motorcycle ride last Sunday. I left the house and met Steve (FZ1) and Greg (ST1100) and we headed out the Whiteshell. What a blast, 8 ¹/₂ hours of pure fun. Some twisty roads and small hills, on really bad concrete. What more can I ask for? Of course, as we started heading home, I saw a deer in the ditch. It freaked me right out, since if I hit one on the bike I probably wouldn’t be as lucky as I was in the van.

Now that I’m a stay at home Dad, I probably won’t be able to register the bike next year. $2000 for a 2003 bike is a bit steep for me. Now that I’m thoroughly depressed about that…