Spring is that time of the year when Mother Nature reaches her delicate hand over to the big switch marked "Summer" and "Winter", and leisurely bangs it up and down 4 or 5 times to make sure none of us get complacent.
Tomorrow will be 65 and clear, a good day to take the motorbike to work. Friday, they're calling for a high of 30 and 5-10 inches of heart-attack inducing heavy wet stuff.
Took the bicycle out this evening. Everything that was supposed to be tight, was loose, and vice versa, plus a weld failed on the seat. Maybe I'll stay in Saturday and service the bike.
Sunday I'll be at the CSSA booth at the gun show. Stop by, join the NRA, buy a t-shirt, chew the fat.