Okay, I surrender. Last week, I whined about the rain and a couple of weeks before that I said I wanted to go for one more ride before we put the bikes away for the winter. Hello, Mother Nature, I give up now.
Friday night, with a winter storm in the forecast, Steve and I bought a new gas can for the motorcycles. We accepted that we weren’t going to get to ride to the gas station to top up our tanks and run the stabilizer through the engines.
Instead, yesterday afternoon, Steve poured the stabilizer in the tanks while the bikes sat in the garage, filled up the tanks and backed the bikes to the door one by one to let the engines run for a few minutes. Then he took out the batteries and put the motorcycles on their jacks. Now, we just need to give them a good cleaning and put the covers on them for the winter.
Meanwhile, I was inside putting away the gear. I don’t know if everyone has a fall to winter routine quite like ours — that hour when I move the lightweight jackets, sandals and some of the shoes to an upstairs closet and bring down the winter jackets and boots to the closet near the door. Jake watched while I went through the whole thing, but didn’t really look all that interested.
However, I definitely had his attention when I carried our leather chaps and vests up the stairs. When I took our bike jackets up after that, he followed, looking at me like I was committing a felony. Next, it was the boots and he honestly did look as unhappy as I’ve ever seen him as he trotted along beside me and stared while I put the boots in a little-used closet. I don’t know how he understands so much, but I know he knows he’s now a grounded RoadDog.
It’s not all doom and gloom, however. Jake loves to ride with us, but he also loves snow so he’s not totally downcast. He thought he was in heaven Saturday morning, well at least once we’d shovelled out enough that he could get through the white stuff. Once the driveway is clear, we always make a path so he can run right around the house, so he was happy to be able to race and play.
The only problem is that he is, of course, a big dog with short legs, so when he dives into a snow bank, he tends to get caught up on his belly and has a hard time getting back out to the path. We have a hard time not laughing. That would, undoubtedly, offend our tough guy.