Our dirt roads are now In Rut while their pot holes lustfully multiply unchecked until the county graders resurface from hibernation next Spring. So, alas, after one last valiant, land-mine-dodging trek to the nearest pavement for our final (freezing) 2016 ryde, my beloved road warrior, Spyke, has settled into her den with a tummy full of premium petrol and a nightcap of Stabil. She reluctantly passes the baton to her stablemate, Polly the Polaris, who chomps at the bit to bulldoze her mistress over, under, and through terrain that Spyke can only shudder to imagine. Sleep well, my princess. Don't fight the battery tender which tethers your wings to the earth. We shall fly again someday.