2019 Prefrontal Tour

Day -25 of the 2019 Prefrontal Tour dawned,... well, it hasn't yet.  At least I don't think so...  It's hard to tell with all the black clouds and torrential rain. The lake is so high it's spilling over the top of the dam, having risen 16 feet in recent weeks with no end in sight based on the 10-day forecast.  For a lake that's 29 miles long with a capacity of almost 38 billion cubic feet, my calculation indicates that's a "stupid amount" of water.  But hey, there's an entertaining assortment of barrels, docks, stairs, lumber and logs floating by the house on a minute-by-minute basis, and by the look of the raging streams flowing in from all directions, it's not going to subside appreciably anytime soon.  If animals start pairing off in the yard I'll let you know, but for now test rides will have to wait. Work continues on the trusty steed, which reminds me.  Part of the 2019 Prefrontal Tour is contests, and the first one simply has to

As fun as it is to ride and write, truth be told there are weeks and months of preparation leading up to the 2019 Prefrontal Tour.  March was spent researching and acquiring lightweight and compact camping equipment and finishing off the wish list of upgrades for the motorcycle.  April is turning out to be the month for performing all of the necessary tasks to wake the bike from its winter slumber, finish the standard maintenance items, and put on some of those upgrades that Santa brought. The bike was uncovered just before April Fool's day, with two feet of snow still in the driveway.  It was wheeled over to the "maintenance bay", but I resisted the temptation of starting it.  Too much snow and mud in the driveway, too much salt on the roads, and it wasn't even above freezing yet.  As much as I wanted to test the "Cursed Reverse" (and that tiny little orange fuse), I left it alone for the time being.  Discretion being the better part of valor.  I ticke