I was fed up with having beautiful drives home in my truck knowing if I would have bit the bullet and fought the cold I would be on my bike. I took the trash out, wheres my hat? where are my gloves? my riding jacket or heavy leather jacket? what CD am I going to listen to? I kiss my wife, and i'm gone. It's cold as hell but I don't care. I stop off and grab breakfast, hop on my bike......then it happens. The flashing lights, I left my FOB at home, and I'm 30 minutes away. I made some calls, got a ride to work, my bike is ok parked where it is, but now have to hear it from the wife. She's the college degree, super smart kind of girl, but basically an airhead. She is always knocking things over, breaking things, and I always sit back and laugh. Well now it's her turn. Thought I'd give you the opportunity to laugh at me too.