When it's snowing or raining, or colder than --- or even just gloomy grey, like what we get here most of the winter, it's easy to resist tempatation and avoid the addiction. But since mid 40's and bright clear sunshine can pass for a Speedster day here in the mid-Atlantic, I confess to having fallen off the wagon -- or having fallen in to it, depending on your point of view. I have a circuit in the close environs, two-lane twisties, takes about 20 mins +/-, and the neighbors were obligingly scarce on these roads today, and so I had a fix. One fellow even pulled over to let me by -- tip o' the hat, there. Maybe he was not satisfied just to gawk through his rear-view mirror. Screw Betty Ford -- I can't be cured . . .
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