Is it Time Yet?

Is it Time Yet? 

Is it time yet for me to jump on my motorcycle and feel a WARM wind in my face (or I'll even settle for  just slightly crisp)?  I watch the weather enthusiastically waiting - waiting for the right time to start up my motorcycle and hit the road. 

She (yes it is a she...), she sits in the warm, toasty, dry garage -waiting too.  I know because I can feel the draw and the question from her when I walk by - "Is it time yet? Can we ride now?"

She's all polished up, battery charged, gas tank full, oil changed, tires aired - just waiting... We're both waiting for that day of sunshine or just DRY and temperature above 45 (okay I'll even settle for 40 if I have to and a DRY day; we're in the Pacific Northwest remember). 

I give her seat a loving pat when I walk by and a good word - "oh soon. Soon we will get to go!" I might even pull her out of the garage and start her for awhile just to hear the sound of her. But it just makes the want for more - well - more! 

Can't you hear her asking? "Is it time yet?"