I live in a land of ice and snow. With no particular place to go, I sit inside as the cold winds blow.
Did fate put me here, to feel Winter's cold each year, or do I remain frozen in familiarity's fear.
Well if I ever do leave here, it better be somewhere warm, where I can ride my Harley in the Winter time of year.
Sal nice poem and your not alone as the other post confirm.
How much more precious the first warm breeze across your face when winter has lost its grip to the suns warming trip north to shine on you.
How much greater the chrome does shine when temperatures become more kind and roads turn white to black. Roll that girl out of the garage and fire here up when the cold has given up and know in those brief warm months you can't get enough there is no looking back and the road only rolls forward as do the seasons. Who knows one day you maybe transplated to a warmer land and people won't understand why you are always gone but for you, you will always remember the lengthy winters that rolled on and tomorrows time is not something to be gambled on for the weather may change and a page unlived is a page unwritten..
(oops.I am getting lengthy again)
I am not quite as far north of you, but know about the snow and ice with times you can't ride. Just rode through some nice snow plowed roads myself.