Pause to ruminate for a moment with me about how certain sounds can trigger memories or awarness of events.
For example, the first sounds that signify the arrival of Spring are many and varied. To the eastern people it may be the sound of running water in the rivers at the ice breakup. More locally it may be the sounds of returning Canada geese. Or the twitter of the starlings in the barn eves as they build there nests to provide for the little ones to come.
But to many of us here at good ol' BCSB it's probably the sound of our engines firing up for the first time of the year.
This was redifined for me this weekend as I preped our fleet for the Spring riding to come.
First the wife's Beemer took to song.... with a sigh of relief to me as it had broken last fall. Turned out to be a burst fuel filter so there was no pressure coming out the tank. Easy (relatively) fix and it was up and running with it's slightly off beat twin sound. Next came the Green Meanie 9R. A few false coughs to clear the plugs and it was off. That lovely rumble that shakes the very pavement had me grinning in anticipation of the first nice day to come when I get the plates and hit the road again.
But all this paled in comparison to today. For today I worked on the track bike. Fresh oil and filter and a runnup to fill the system so I can do an accurate level check. The sounds of the barely muffled 4 reverberated about the garage. A flick of the throttle was greeted with a raucous snarl that sounds pit bull tough...... My face split ear to ear and I gave it another twist... and another..... After it was heated up I shut it down and stood there still with my silly grin listening to a few little ticks of the systems snapping into place from the temperature change. The snarls still running around my brain.
Oh yeah...... It's gon'na be a VERY good year.....