February has been pretty cold. By that I mean too cold for me to ride. The ol' Virago has been ready, but I've just been holed up away from the temps and other weather restraints.

But Saturday, wind or no, it was warm enough. The new windshield works great. I agonized over how much to cut it down. Once before I was putting a new Plexifairing 3 on my '83 Sabre and screwed up and had to cut it a second time lopping off 3 more inches than I'd planned. Thing is, it worked great at that height. A little wind and turbulence across the top of my hat, but otherwise quite sweet.

I tried to get it right with this shield, so I sat and looked bolt upright, slumped down. Finally, I marked my center spot with the only "soft" marker I could find...my wife's lipstick.

Anyway, visibility is great, wind protection is much, much better. The windblast up my ears is total gone. I now have a tendency to go too fast. The wind let me know before. My vision is much better as the shield does not interfere at all. Much better.

100 miles of great fun riding that afternoon. South of Nashville on nice two lanes east of Franklin. I saw a lot of those big ol houses that people bought with voodoo financing. A great little road like Burke Hollow eaten up by ignorance on all sides of the equation. Are we trying to cover the planet with half million dollar houses?

Til then, though, I will ride even if I have to follow the grizzlies toward the recently thawed north pole.