A couple days ago the rain had tapered off to merely a drizzle and the temperature had climbed out of the teens to the balmy range of the freezing mark.

For the first time in days the streets were mostly dry but with the mist, ice would still form on the windshield and on the untraveled areas on bridges and overpasses.

I just wasn’t up to the challenge. I took Little Rivet…the little Chevy runabout…for the commute to work instead of the Valk.

Walked in without any gear and coworker looks at me in surprise and asks, “What’s wrong with the motorbike?”

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