Whenever the sun hits my face in the morning I think about motorcycling in the afternoon.
Whenever I pull the tarp off my Virago I see a practical, reliable, economical machine that also qualifies, in my mind, as a work of art.
After tossing the tarp aside, it took me three seconds to plan a route:
Aylmer via Belmont on highway 74, Pt. Bruce via highway 73, purple martin houses a woman told me about last week.
Economical machine, art in motion, nature on the wing.
Sounds like a pleasant trip already.
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