Not the first words you want to hear in the morning. A wind storm tore through the Smoky Mountains last night and wreaked havoc at our house. Stuff blown everywhere. Unfortunately, some of that stuff hit my motorcycle – hard.

It looks like my Tiger chipped a tooth. A heavy wooden pallet blew over onto it. This is gonna be expensive.

It blew all my maintenance supplies off the shelf, broke a jar full of cleaning brushes, wrecked my air pump, and I bet I find more bad news as I clean it all up.

What a mess. That pallet in the background will soon be kindling wood for the fireplace.

Things are settling down now and the sun is coming up. I suppose it’s not quite as bad as the time a stack of firewood blew over onto my wife’s new car. It’s what I get for forgetting that episode.

Occasionally harsh weather is nothing out of the ordinary in the Smoky Mountains, the price you pay for living in the best motorcycle riding area in the country. Sometimes that price is painful, but it’s well worth the cost. The Triumph dealer will collect the dues this time.

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