I knew she was getting close, but I had to go out and check. Nope, not yet. Only 993 miles on the Ninja. Oh well, I'll get the other 7 miles tomorrow. It's cold out, and windy. So I go inside and play on the computer. I watch the news. (It's only 7 miles.) Father and Son have a Father-Son bonding project going on in the driveway. A stereo swap to the boy's new pick up. I can't get the bike out anyway. (But Ron can.)
You know, some things are just to important to wait. One quick loop around Peterson's Butte will do it.
And here it is...1,000 miles. Funny when the car got it's first 1,000 it was depressing.
And to commemorate the occasion. I actually parked her in the street all by myself. Not a bad parking job for hobbling on one foot while pushing the bike backwards, but there she is all alone on the mean streets. It's like leaving your kid alone at the mall for the first time.