wake up and smell the coffee

Yesterday I rode for the first time in about ten days. Not because of the weather, but due to an out of town funeral followed by an out of town wedding. It's nice to be riding again, but...

Woke up this morning and remembered that I didn't have coffee. Crap. Suited up and headed out the door to find freezing drizzle falling. Hopped on the KLR and headed out, using caution. Made it to the store, no problem.

After morning shopping, got back on the bike and sort of forgot about the sketchy road conditions. Took a corner fast and hit an icy patch. The front end slid out and I went into the weavy tank-slappingesque motions that usually proceed a dumping of the bike. I thought I was going down, but pulled it out somehow. Although it woke me up right quick, I think I'd rather stick to waking up with coffee in the future ;-)
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