She had sat there all winter waiting for me, cold, damp wet. Her battery had gotten weaker, the cranking was nervous and prolonged. But she woke and I rewarded her with some gentle warming throttle work - more focussed on the rhythmic, ever faster, ever hotter, ever smokier beat. Her soundtrack might provide relief for me and my friends, enjoying her whirring engine, imagining her vibration, smelling her swirling smoke, matching her beat with the right hand, awakening our cravings throughout the Spring. Enjoy!
