"Baxter." I heard my name faintly called, but I didn't know where from.
"Baxter!" It was Ms. Noire summoning me to the garage. So out I went.
"What's up?"
"You see the sunshine out the window, I bet it'll be nice out. We're going for a ride!"
"But," I tried to explain, "I have to fix a wobbly faucet handle."
"Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Ninjette said crossly, "I'll turn green as a KRT and start smashing stuff--starting with that stupid cage you've been driving lately. We are going for a ride so just get into that snowsuit you call ATGATT and get back out here now!"
The likelihood of another day this nice seems to be dwindling, so it was most definitely time to go for a ride.
There had been a couple of days above freezing since the last icing in Milwaukee, so the upper 40s (f) seemed comparatively warm. We took a short spin around town before lunch and a longer ride in the countryside during the afternoon. All told, about 120 miles with the heated grips on 2 or 3 of five.
The wobbly faucet handle could wait until we were home.