by MIKE SMITH
My FXWG was buried in snow like this bike
Memories of Alaska.
My FXWG parked in the driveway completely buried by a big snow. Dug down 2 feet and could see the handlebars, then dug out a bathtub shaped ring down to ground level.
Had set the points, renewed plugs, and changed oil when I parked Helga in the fall.
Cabin to driveway was about 100 feet, could view her from kitchen window until that January.
Firing her up at 14 degrees and watching her turn the white snow black from the twin drag pipes kept the hope for a spring ride alive.
It was 7 miles of gravel road to the Sterling Highway in Anchor Point, A road called The North Fork Road, then 12 miles of pavement to the Texaco station in Homer where I was bending wrenches and fixing flats.
Helga was a tough old gal, only asked for premium fuel from the local airport, clean oil, some chain lube, and some plugs from time to time.
Going to and from work during riding season worked better than any other method to keep my sanity. First loves have the best memories .