The Hardest Part of the Journey...

...always seems to be that final leg home, in this instance: the last 250 feet down my driveway. I left last Sunday for a business meeting in Tucson, AZ. Had a lovely ride out there and back -- of particular note was the magnificent ride on Arizona's Highway 191, especially in the Alpine area -- but I came home to find my driveway had become a solid sheet of ice. Yikes! The BMW R1200GS and I did some slippin' and slidin', but we remained vertical and made it to the garage safely. Whew! I almost rode straight through last night. Glad I didn't, as I would have hated to encounter that ice at midnight at the end of a thousand mile day!


Oh, and did I forget to mention that I added an R1200GS to my riding stable? Oops. I've had the GS since sometime last November, I think. One can never have too many motorcycles, right?