Saturday Afternoon

I took my motorcycle out of the shed for the first time since Thanksgiving. Other than a fine coating of "chicken dust", she made it through the winter unscathed. She shared the shed with the chickens, and some mice. After slaughtering seven mice in the fall, I declared a truce with the rest of them. I told them, "as long as you leave the bike alone, no more will die". They kept their promise and so did I. After a quick wash, I took her for a ride out to the graveyard to visit my Father and Uncle Jim. Usually I bring Vodka, but this time I forgot, which pisses them off.