Well, it is officially fall. Last week I tucked the motorcycle in for the cold seasons; new oil and oil filter, gas treatment in the tank, battery in the basement of my house and she covered over. However, on my way to work this morning I past a hearty soul on a Harley. Either that's all he has for transportation, is stubborn and doesn't want to give in too fast, or he's simply glutton for punishment; whatever it is, it had to be damned cold on that thing this morning with temps around 20 F. Thankfully I outgrew that stupidity. Roger