Wet weather riding and gear report

Trash bag raingear

Don’t forget your rain gear!


How about a weather report!

Ready? Here it is:

It’s winter time. In winter it rains. It gets dark early. Winds kick up. There are more road hazards. A different style of riding is required. Different gear is required. Good decision-making is mandatory.

For some of you, riding in the rain is something you’re not comfortable with and that’s totally cool. Refer to rule #1: “The moment you exceed your comfort zone on a motorbike you’re asking for trouble.”  But if you are ready to try it or are already doing it there are a few things I want you to know.

I think it is safe to say, the biggest fears about winter-time riding are lack of traction, becoming less functional in the cold/wet conditions and not being recognized by other motorists.

Here is a laundry list that will help you stay prepared:


Check weather reports often. Bay Area winters have these nice extended dry periods and we get accustomed to them. Next thing you know you’re at work and it begins raining. If you don’t have some rain gear with you getting home is NOT going to be fun.
Solution: Either leave a pair of cheapo roll-up rain pants at work or make sure to have some with you when rain is on the report.


It is a good idea, when making purchases for your riding needs, to consider what constitutes an “investment” in your safety and comfort vs. cool stuff that you really, really want. Let us agree that a smoke colored windscreen for your sportbike or a limited edition Valentino Rossi helmet do not count as an investment. If, like most people, you have a limited budget for motorcycling might I suggest that you pick a fair mix between the instant gratification spending that truly is a big part of the fun of it all and quality safety gear, which can potentially allow you to keep on having fun even after a little spill? Example: my SIDI boots. I really did not want to spend $350 on boots at that time. But I knew they were going to serve me well over several years and that in the end they would not only keep me warm and dry in the wet months and protect the feet and ankles I love so much but also save me money in the end. ‘Nuf said?
Outerwear: I have never owned a full rain suit such as the popular Aerostich brand. They seem pretty awesome but I typically cannot find a spare thousand bucks in my motorcycle apparel budget for one of those beauts. Frankly, for my commuting needs that feels like overkill and I’ve never taken extended road trips in lousy weather. So before you invest decide if a full suit is right for you.

For commuting and general local needs I have managed just fine with thoughtful layering.

Here’s my “special Bay Area layering system”:

Above the waist from inside, out: tee shirt + long sleeve Dri-Fit or smart wool top, hoodie and/or light insulated zip-front warm up jacket, then leathers on top; perhaps a water and windproof shell over that if it’s really rainy. From bare chest that’s about 5 layers, thinnest on the inside. I have a rain-specific riding jacket too but I tend to use that less. That’s just my preference.

Below the waist: I either wear leather riding pants which keep rain and cold out quite well for short to medium duration trips or I have a fantastic pair of Olympia brand weather pants made of ballistic Cordura fabric and 3M reflective material. They have hip & knee armor, come with a zip-out insulated liner, have well-placed pockets and they are super easy to get on and off. Several other companies make a similar product. Mine cost me about two hundred bones a few years back and they still look as good as new other than the lint that gets stuck to the Velcro near the boots.
Stop by your local retailer and try a pair or three on. When it’s wet out you’ll be so glad you did.
Additionally, I sometimes wear long underwear bottoms or running tights under my regular pants or rain pants when it’s cold out.

Boots: I love my SIDI Gor-tex boots (mentioned above). They keep me warm and dry and aren’t too bad when walking around for awhile even if they are a bit clunky. I got ‘em three seasons ago for about $350 and knew that they were a great investment (see “investment” above).

But you don’t need to purchase motorcycle-specific boots, particularly for local riding. I have another pair of leather stompers that work well for most conditions.

Note: if you have lace-up boots please double knot them AND tuck those loops in. It is not unheard of to get loops caught in your gear shifter. Yes, that has happen to me and it’s a creepy experience.

No matter what, do not ride around in your hip Chuck Taylors when the weather is bad. That’s just dumb. Get some over-the-ankle protection when the conditions are poor as your chances of dropping the bike are higher regardless of how good a rider you’ve become.

Gloves: Get a pair of Gor-tex or other rain-resistant insulated gloves for winter time. You’ll be sooo glad you did. The kind where the material in the fingertips is sewn into the outer glove is best. If you’ve ever tried to re-insert damp glove fingers into their proper holes you know what a pain in the butt it is. (The key is to use a chopstick by the way.) My gloves also have a little rubber wiper blade on the thumb side of the index finger; they work decently for wiping your face shield off while riding. Sometimes I go through a couple pairs of gloves on really wet days so it’s not a bad idea to have more than one pair.

Tip: Carry a rag with you!  You’re always going to need to wipe something down in winter, whether it’s your bike seat, your head lamp, mirrors or to dry your hands before putting the gloves on.

Why layers? San Francisco microclimates are a special thing, aren’t they? Some places you go are warmer than others. Some buildings you go into are warmer than others. When it comes to cold and wet conditions I’m kind of a wuss. I love having the option to unload some layers while retaining others. If you remove it you can always put it back on.  It’s been working for me for years. The biggest challenge is finding a large enough space to drop it all when you arrive at your destination.


 Rain gear

Terrible selfie…wearing rain gear. Helmet goes down to full-face out there.


Final word on gear…Talk to the folks at the shops about the right apparel for your needs. They are riders too, they know what works and will help you with sizing so pick their brains! A list of our favorite shops is on the “Resources” page at https://monkeymotoschool.com/links/

The ride

Mantra: Every time you get on your motorcycle or scooter say these words to yourself: “I WILL make it to my destination! Too many people love and care for me and being a cripple would really suck.”

To add to your wet weather safety here are a few solid riding tips:

First, when it’s wet out practice using your brakes on a quiet street or in a parking lot because braking in the wet is different than braking on dry roads. A lot different! Start off gently and get progressively more aggressive until there are no surprises. Initially, you may experience your brakes locking up or tires skidding but this will help you to know your bike’s capabilities in adverse conditions and more importantly, it will allow you to build muscle memory in order to react precisely in the event of slippage. You should know how your brakes and tires perform on slippery surfaces before you need to use them in those conditions in traffic.

When the pavement is damp or wet leave more buffer room behind and in front of other vehicles than you would in dry conditions and scan the spaces in between moving cars for potential exit lanes. Often, riding in between cars (lane splitting) is the safest place for you to reside in a sticky situation. Stop fixating on painted lane markers and begin seeking out open spaces wherever they may be! LANE SPLITTING IS LEGAL IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA. Learn how to do it properly by taking advanced motorcycle riding lessons from youknowwho!

Make yourself known to other motorists. This is 24/7, 365 in all conditions of course. Use all of the tools at your disposal to be seen and heard. That means well-timed horn toots, throttle blips, flashing high/low beams, weaving within your lane and it means assertive body signaling. You must create and maintain space for yourself. It begins by letting the cagers know that you’re there.

Things in the road that can ruin your day when it’s wet: Manhole covers, for example, are like a slip n slide if you hit them at an angle and your speed isn’t steady. A few years back in pouring rain I came to a stop for a red light. When I applied the front brake the front tire happened to be on top of a manhole cover. Next thing I knew I was on my side. Fortunately, it was mostly my pride that was hurt. DPW reflective road paint is deceptively slippery. And of course streetcar rails are nasty in the rain. Be sure to cross the tracks with steady speed at a 45 degree angle!


Other hazards: those large metal construction plates, oil and coolant spills, gravel, sand and wet leaves, bumps, potholes…

So how do you drive on very slippery surfaces?
Carry constant speed. Do NOT accelerate sharply on wet roads. Maintain very even throttle or in some instances gliding is even recommended. Have you ever crossed the metal drawbridges at 3rd and 4th Streets by AT&T Park in San Francisco? Try it in the rain!

In the event of an accident
If you do drop your bike keep your wits about you. If you are in traffic when it happens you’ll want to move the bike out of the way if that is at all possible. If you cannot do it or can’t do it alone start directing people to help you. Bystanders are typically eager to help when they can but they themselves panic and don’t really know what to do. Be calm and clear and tell them how they can assist.  If another vehicle is involved do not forget to obtain the driver’s information no matter how “ok” you think you are. Get witness info. as well. If you don’t need it later that’s great but if you do and don’t have it that is quite unfortunate for you.
If you are not sure what your medical condition is following an accident or cannot move on your own do not allow yourself to be moved by non-medical professionals. Just ask people to divert traffic until official help arrives.

In case of Apocalypse

You’re on a bike. Just ride through it! But you might want to have a spare gas container and some snacks along.

Thanks for reading! I hope you found this info. helpful. Happy and healthy holidays to all of you!

Your pal in two-wheeled fun,

Evan Arkush
Chief Monkey

Monkey Moto School

How to survive holiday traffic:


Get a bike.

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The Fonz comments on his SheetIron experience

Okay, it turns out I have an alter-ego and accompanying email addy “Evan Arthrufonzarelli.” It’s just a silly play on my real last name “Arkush.”

Following my epic weekend riding the SheetIron 300 I wrote a letter of praise to the organizers at the Oakland Motorcycle Club (OMC) and they subsequently asked me if they could publish some of my comments. I cheerfully obliged.

This afternoon I got a phone call from one of their piece’s authors asking for the spelling of my last name. She gave me a link to the American Motorcyclist Assn. (AMA) website and told me where to find the article which is already posted online and comes out in print in October. When I looked it up it I found my statements attributed to one Mr. Arthur Fonzarelli! I can’t deny it really cracked me up and left me wondering if people at either the OMC or the AMA were aware they were quoting The Fonz and thought it was funny or they were completely oblivious (and never watched Happy Days).  My guess is they figured it out after the story went online and then called me to “verify the spelling of my last name.”

Any way you slice it…haha!

2013 Sheet Iron 300

I first heard about the SheetIron 300 enduro event several years ago. Some of my friends have ridden it and they don’t stop talking about how awesome it is. While I have played off-road a fair amount dating back about 7 years I still do not own a proper dirtbike so I never thought I would be participating in something like the SheetIron as soon as this year. I was wrong. Very happily wrong.

It began a couple months ago. I emailed one of the organizers at the Oakland Motorcycle Club (OMC) to see if it would be alright to just go to Stonyford -where the SheetIron begins and ends- and volunteer in hopes of getting to know some people and to participate in some capacity. The guy said, “sure, you’re welcome to come up. When you arrive look for me and we’ll find a way for you to help out.” So that was the plan. I had the weekend blocked off since about March.

Next I talked about it with some friends and found out that a few were going to try to sign up. The SheetIron only gets a permit for 500 riders so needless to say it’s a challenge getting in.

Then, after going to one SheetIron vet’s birthday party in late April he told me I was welcome to borrow his DR-Z400. Within days he called to let me know that another friend of his was unable to go this year and was giving up his entry. My friend said it was mine if I wanted it. What? Really?!!  “Hell yes!” I told him. (That’s exactly what I said.)

And then everything just came together.

I found a couple of nice guys on the Bay Area Riders Forum (B.A.R.F.) who were able to trailer the DR-Z up to Stonyford and two of my pals got entries so there was my ride. I already own most of the gear but added a few more essentials and next thing I knew it was ON.

Troy, Chris and I left San Francisco on Friday a bit past noon in Chris’s Suburban towing a U-Haul trailer with their bikes. Chris has a DR650 thumper and Troy has a gorgeous fuel injected WR250. We arrived at the Stonyford Rodeo Grounds around 5 o’clock where several hundred participants were already setting up their camps, riding bikes around and generally getting amped for the weekend ahead. 2013-05-19 18.17.12We checked in, quickly set up our tents and those other two brought their bikes through the very loose tech inspection which included your bike getting something akin to a wire anal probe. Upon leaving the check-in we were greeted by a very friendly man named Tom who heartily shook our hands and with much sincerity said “Welcome to the SheetIron. Thank you very much for participating. Have a wonderful time!” It was indicative of the interactions I would have the whole weekend.

Finally my bike arrived and I took it through tech. A-OK, ready to go!

After making friends with a few of our neighbors and using one of their grills to cook up dinner we got to bed around ten. I set my watch alarm for 547am (I hate round numbers).  I was sleeping essentially on the ground because I didn’t bring a mattress pad but somehow got a good enough night of sleep and was up a hair ahead of that bothersome beeping. I wondered when I would hear the first bike fire up and I didn’t have to wait very long. Must have been a bit past six. Despite our grogginess we made decent time getting going and were checking our bags in around  7 then riding off.  Finally riding off.

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There was so much anticipation about this event even before I knew I would get to participate. Just the thought of borrowing my buddy’s bike and taking it to somewhere where there are trails made me excited and anxious. From the first time I rode a 125 on some guy’s farm several years ago I knew that I wanted to get good at this. But it has been a bit elusive. Will this be the kick in the pants I need?

So it’s after 7am and we are riding down the country road out of Stonyford in the crisp early morning air. I’m trying not to be nervous. I am telling myself “dude, you’re a motorcyclist. You’ve been riding for years. You belong here.” Yet I felt so awkward out of my normal element. Whenever it’s been awhile since I’ve ridden off-road I start off kind of jittery and it takes a little while to warm up. Eventually I always find my groove so this knowledge helps me relax some.

Following the roll charts provided to us at check-in we first ride off-pavement onto an easy dirt road about 8 miles outside of town. 2013-05-17 19.51.31Shortly afterwards we come to a clearing where we find our first easy/hard split. The “hard” is Goat Mountain (footage from the 2011 event) which to me at that time was more than I was ready to attempt. By my guesstimation it is at least a 45 degree climb up the face of this mountain and keeps going up and out of site for maybe a couple thousand yards. It’s as if the mountain is daring you to keep your front end down and throws plenty of ruts in just to fuck with you. We watched a few guys tumble so I was more than happy to take the easy split there.

Eventually we made our way into the woods where we rode up, down and around bumpy, dirty and sometimes gravely roads. We crossed a few streams and punched through deep grooves left by 4-wheelers. At this point I was really loving my DR-Z by the way. I kept messing up my downhill corners, often going wide and I believe barely averting disaster. I can guarantee you that my mom does not want to know about the drop-offs waiting on the back side of some of those turns. Going uphill I was making much cleaner corners but the downward slides into sharp banks just wigged me out. So I found purpose in getting that figured out. I’m not saying I really did master it all weekend but I sure as shit got a lot closer. There were certainly times in the afternoon of both days that I felt I had found a good flow. And despite the 150+mile days I always wanted to turn around and do more.

We pulled into Fort Bragg around 5pm on Sat. and picked up our bags at the designated spot.  Also at bag pick-up was the photo ops which were included with our event fees. A nice touch. 2013-05-18 16.12.28For that we were directed to ride our bikes into an enclosed tennis court where cameras were set up and our pictures were snapped against an official SheetIron 300 backdrop. 2013-05-19 19.21.32After that we rode over to the Holiday Inn to check in. They brought a cot up for me since I was a late add-on and not part of the original sleeping plan. In the room were two queen beds, one cot and a whole lot of motorcycle gear. Needless to say it was tight.

We were filthy as fuck so we prioritized showering and then went downstairs to clean our bike chains, check air filters and generally assess our bikes’ conditions. 2013-05-18 18.45.51Fortunately for each of us there were no problems and we moved on to the task of feeding our hungry selves.  After a short-sighted attempt to walk to food we doubled back, grabbed our bikes and rode the couple miles down the road to the local brew pub where we found half the event participants and possibly half the township. It was busy. Not only that but we came to find out that the restaurant was short-staffed and apparently unaware that 500 hungry motorcyclists were invading that weekend. In lieu of getting our own table we joined some guys that Chris knew from B.A.R.F. and enjoyed chatting with them. It took quite a while to get our food ordered, nearly as long to receive it and then the aps and mains were all brought out together. That’s the kind of night they were having. But the staff was very nice and the food was decent. The beers were delicious too.

On Sunday we woke up and got going on our proposed timeline but got waylay’d by nearly an hour when we ran into the B.A.R.F. group from Saturday evening at bag check and Chris decided we should tag along with them. In the end that proved to be too much work so we pursued our original 3-man plan though we connected with them at several points over the course of the day.

Just a little while before lunch we were in a forest on this mountain riding some nominally technical terrain. It was very dusty (several guys said it was the dustiest year they could remember) and you had to keep your distance from the bike in front of you because the dust cloud left you virtually blinded. That’s generally a bad thing when you’re doing over 30mph along an already shadowy path of bumps and loose surface. I was riding about 80 percent confidently about 80 percent of the time when suddenly around a hard left downhill bank I came upon an accident that just happened. Troy, who is a solid rider with prior motocross experience, had been playing chase with another apparently competent dude. He was right on the guy’s butt when the guy missed his corner, slammed into the backside berm and flipped his bike. His leg smacked a tree trunk pretty hard and he ended up with a tibial compound fracture. By the time Chris and I came around the bend 5 or so guys had already stopped to help out.  Poor victim was yelping in agony.  We parked our bikes off to the side of the path and I walked back up-hill to slow the on-coming riders down. Some of them were really hammering it and racing each other so it was difficult to get them to snap out of their adrenaline rush.

Miraculously, somebody’s cell was getting a signal so they called in an ambulance. It took a while but I finally flagged down an EMT among the riders. I think we were at the scene for about an hour before being relieved.

Continuing on, roughly five minutes past the scene we had to duck under a large tree that had fallen about chest high across the washed-out road. Shortly afterwards we crossed paths with an ambulance coming up the same road, siren blaring. We knew they were going to get stonewalled by the tree and have to turn back. Poor guy. I would bet he didn’t get off the mountain for at least 3 hours. The crash happened in a fairly inaccessible place unless by all-terrain vehicle like a bike or a quad.

Putting that past us we rode on and with some navigation difficulties made our way off the mountain into Lucerne for lunch. The roll charts were not consistently helpful on Sunday. They actually seemed confusing and had many guys stopped along the routes, scratching their heads going “is this the right road?” Fortunately both Troy and Chris had GPS units on their bikes so we were able to find our way out.

We had a not-nutritious lunch at Fosters Freeze. I think the burger I ordered was listed as having over a thousand calories. But I have to admit it was damn tasty …and so was the vanilla shake.

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More great riding in the afternoon although we had to labor through several long stretches of highway to get to the good stuff. Knobby tires with low air pressure do not make for the funnest ride on pavement.

The last hard split was Cow Mountain.  Initially I was doubtful about tackling that because in fact I do not want to die (or get a compound fracture) but Troy made the executive decision that we were all doing it and I could not be happier about that. Thanks Troy!!  Cow Mountain was exquisite if I may use such a term. Very dusty single track going up- and downhill with switch-backs, big ol’ ruts and a couple of steep climbs. For added fun it must have been 85 degrees on the open mountain-top. Up there the vegetation wasn’t more than 8 feet high and we got the sun’s full kiss which meant that stopping left you baking inside your layers of armor and motorcycle gear. Chris was getting tired from trying to keep his heavy DR650 upright so he stopped several times while in front. I think I “gently” urged him to keep moving a few times. Nonetheless, when we got off that part of Cow Mountain I truly wished to ride it again. I felt like I wanted to get back in line for the bumper cars at the county fair.

But coming up was a long silky gravel road where Troy went ahead and kept a comfortable pace of about 35 miles per hour which allowed me to work on virtually everything. A half an hour of that left me feeling the need to tear off a little and I did so promising to hold up at the next intersection. Right before shoving off Chris said to me “You know, if you go faster you can get more hurt.” I said “yep, I know it. But I’m working on shit and I think I am onto something.”  I passed a few guys but it may be that they were hot and tired and taking it easy. But maybe something else as well. I was getting better.

I haven’t said enough about the scenery along our journey but suffice to say –whenever I was able to look up- it was breath-taking at times. Such beautiful country! Coming down off Cow Mountain there were magnificent vistas and although we only stopped once or twice to snap a few photos really we could have been hopping off the bikes every couple of minutes to capture something pretty awesome.

2013-05-19 15.57.21We rode through this gorgeous grassy valley where we stopped for a bit and marveled at it’s vastness. I think we also realized it was nearly the end of the ride and frankly, we weren’t quite ready to be done with it.  I’m still not.

I was a bit sad as we pulled in to the Rodeo Grounds at Stonyford. I wanted to keep on playing! But it was such a brilliant weekend. I felt triumphant and… “I got to do that!”



Engine Re-Build class @ Moto Shop – What week is this now??

Well, it’s looking more and more like a motorcycle. We have the engine put together as of this evening! The head gaskets arrived, thankfully. First in were the clutch plates and we installed the cams and cam chain.

Cam chain

Cam chain

When the cylinder head covers went on it really started looking like an engine again.  We’d hoped to get ‘er started tonight but that was ambitious. It’s a lot of frickin’ work! I sure do appreciate mechanics more each time.  By 930 we were stoked to get the bike back up onto the stand and lift the engine in.  We have a few mounting bolts on so far and got the throttle bodies situated as well.  There is still a bin full of parts including the radiator, oil cooler and air box.

Tram and Matt, my partners in grime.

I’m going to go on a limb and say we’ll have it finished next week…but you never know.

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Engine Re-Build class @ Moto Shop – weeks 4-6

It’s been awhile since my last blog on our engine progress.  The class -which was slated for 5 weeks- has actually gone much longer.  After the first two sessions we took a week off for Valentines and then an additional two weeks because the parts we had on order still didn’t come through.  Finally, we got the parts in and began to reassemble our SV650 motor.

Of course we realized we forgot to order head gaskets. Hopefully those will arrive in time for class this week so we can get that engine back in the bike.2013-02-07 19.04.43-5 We did, however, manage to get the cylinders back in along with the clutch, counter shaft and cam chain, and we put the two halves back together, coating the edges all around with a compound that essentially creates a gasket.




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Also this week I was over at Moto Shop putting new rear rubber on my Z1000. I love learning from these guys and saving a bunch of money on labor charges. Maybe one of these days I’ll even get good at using that tire machine. :-)



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Parklets and my rare pleasant interaction with a Department of Parking and Traffic agent.

If you have spent any time in San Francisco during the past few years you are probably familiar with these things called “parklets,” stylized public seating areas built out from curbs around the city that replace two car parking spaces each. Their increasing proliferation is a clear sign that SF is becoming actively more pedestrian-friendly and simultaneously more automobile-hostile. Unintentionally there has been a benefit for those of us on two wheels. The buffer zone on either side of the parklets (complete with rubber bumper to stop cars from backing into the structures) is a perfect fit for most motorcycles and scooters. And the kicker: it’s a non-space; un-marked in any way and apparently without a clear definition in city parking codes. In effect, it is a free parking spot for bikes. Personally, I like to think of this as a reward for not being a part of traffic congestion.

Now, I realize this lack of regulation isn’t likely to last forever as the CHP’s recently published lane-splitting guidelines seem to confirm. Sooner or later the powers that be will wise up and paint that portion of the curb red. But for now I am going to enjoy the hell out of this apparent oversight and hope it takes quite a while for the city to do something about us hooligans who skirt the rules and fly under the radar.

In fact some selfish part of me is going “Shut up, idiot. Don’t broadcast this information. Every Vespa-driving hipster in the city is going to start utilizing these fantastic no-man’s-lands which will create a stir and then your free parking party will be over.”  But I can’t help it. I want to make others aware of this good fortune. I want people driving cars to be annoyed enough that they will go out and get their M1s and reduce the ridiculous traffic clusterfuck which will of course lower the road rage quotient which will leave fewer unhappy drivers which will make our city an even cooler place to be …which would likely increase the population and there we go ’round again. But let’s forget about that last bit.
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The real point of this story was to tell you about my funny interaction with a DPT agent yesterday. I was looking for parking outside of my gym on Polk. Across the street one of the parklet buffer zones was already taken by my fellow trainer pal’s Ducati Monster. In front of the other a DPT Intercepter vehicle was double-parked with a burly female agent inside talking on her phone. I thought about this for about three seconds and then decided ‘what the heck.’ So I pulled up alongside of her and gently knocked on her window. She slid it open and I asked her politely if she wouldn’t mind pulling her cart forward a few feet. She looked at me and asked knowingly “you want to use the free spot, huh?” I said yes. And then -certainly already knowing the answer- she asked “Why don’t you use the pay spots over there?” (There are five designated motorcycle spaces literally right next to the parklet.) Without a second thought I replied “because this one is free.” We both chuckled and she pulled forward so I could park. Needless to say it felt like the greatest coup ever!

As I went inside I wondered if she was going to nail me with a ticket and flee. A few hours later when I returned to my bike I was delighted to find it ticket-free.