Motorcycle regarding leaves

After two years of wondering whether or not my motorcycle’s electrics were totally shot (despite 3 mechanics’ saying it was fixed, the battery would not hold a charge) I bought a fresh battery, drove it around a bit, and then risked bringing it up to New Hampshire last night, with Kate driving the chase car. It was a warm night (for October), and we made it up here without incident.

I’ve been so used to having it stashed in Glen’s garage, it’s odd to see it up here. I rode it down to the post office today, though, and it felt great to roll along Bean road and smell the fall smells – leaves, smoke, and fresh road tar.