Believe it or not, there is a W650 under the cover
We got 5 inches of snow a couple of days ago and as I looked out over the blanket of white it occurred to me that I wouldn't be riding a motorcycle even if I were in the best of health. For a few minutes there I stopped feeling sorry for myself because I couldn't ride my motorcycles.
It has been four and a half months since I parked the bikes and not quite that long since I got them covered up. After they were covered up they just seemed to become part of the usual garage clutter, and now I've taken to piling stuff on them. The Dub has the empty house Christmas lights sitting on the covered up luggage rack and the other day I carefully laid the carpet floor mats from the Buick on the luggage rack of the REB. I've got to resist the temptation to treat my babies like garage furniture.
Update: see photo, it's too late, I've lost the battle.
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