Deliberately Limited Preliminary Prelude Period In Z

It was this past Saturday afternoon that I heard the rumble. That familiar sound you hear in Milwaukee that signals spring. Birds be damned! I heard that Harley come down the street. I didn't look out the window. There was no need to. When he went around the corner and gunned it just a bit, I knew what he was doing.

He had untethered his hog from the barn. As the bike sucked in the spring air, I became very jealous. That bike was out there on the streets getting ready for another season.

It was right then and there that I made up my mind. On Monday I would make the call. The weather was looking to be very nice and I wanted to let the pony run around in the field. On Monday night, I couldn't resist. After coming back from the grocery store (the NEW store which is a post in it's own right), I had to fire her up. I quickly tossed the groceries into the freezer, refrigerator, where ever they were supposed to go (which explains why I found the toilet paper in the freezer later on) and went back to the garage.

I opened the door and slid in. Lights worked. Battery is good. I put the key in and gave it a bit of a turn. The dash lit up. I then gave ignited her. The engine roared to life. I smiled as the sweet sound filled the garage. I grabbed a towel and wiped down the interior. The car seemed to growl and purr as I slid the cloth around it. She would have to wait until the weekend to get properly washed, but we would ride tomorrow.

I wouldn't be shocked to learn that I made it to work in record time. It felt good to accelerate and fly by cars that weren't going fast enough. It felt good to hug some curves going faster than they state you should go. If felt strange to be low to the ground again, instead of higher up in a truck.

But it felt like Spring. How much it will feel like Spring we will see later today. I may be driving home with the top down.