It has not always been possible to commute to work due to the frost. All week I do my frost dance. I check the roof across the lane for tell tale signs of the white stuff. Then when I go outside to pick up my paper, I always look at the windshields of the parked cars. If the windshields have to be scraped then I leave the bike at home. I don't take chances, it's just not worth it.
It was dark when I rolled my bike out of our carport.
The sun won't rise for another half an hour this time of year. It rains off and on as I zig zag my way along surface streets and park along Kingway where I take a quick photo. The skies are getting brighter and there are lots of street lights along this stretch near Metrotown in Burnaby
There are a couple of other riders in our Company, but today I am alone. The rains are giving my V-strom a much needed wash
Rain has a way of waking up your senses, forcing you to be more alert, to be smoother in your motions and in it's own way, makes you feel more alive.
It was refreshing to be back on two wheels