...It sure does feel like it! Sunday was the first time I've ridden in almost a year, and let me tell ya' I wasn't nearly as nerbous the first time I rode on the street. It was way scarier than the first time
There are a bunch of reasons why I haven't ridden: First, the dreaded registration expired and we got hit with a bunch of unexpected expenses all at once. A month later and we were packing up to move from Ft. Hood, Tx to Ft Bragg, NC.
Along the way I had to get through Basic Airborne School, which may have been the dumbest thing I've ever volunteered for in my life. After Airborne, I get to Bragg and my new house (my first home after years of lving on post) and my house proceeds to try and nickel and dime me TO DEATH.
Finally, winter came. Not something I'm very familiar with, coming from Ft Bliss and Ft Hood. Short cold days and long cold nights. Eww. Plus, I was in language school, and after 7 hours of that, I just wanted to stick my head in an oven. Or play my guitar.
Finally, springtime. For the first time in almost a year, my 919 is registered AND insured, and fully legal to operate on public roads.
I rode to work today, and am beginning to remember why I got into this in the first place.