Evening Spoke Alignment

The garden run was finished by nightfall, so I rolled the motorcycle up the porch steps and parked by the rubber boot tray. Today's push past the watering can handle left coarse bark mulch packed behind the front wheel hub. I dropped to one knee on the worn wood planks to check the clearance. A splintered strip of mulch had jammed directly against the lower fork slider. I picked up an abandoned wooden golf tee resting near the baseboard corner, wedged the pointed tip into the hub slot, and pried the wood plug free. Spun the front wheel once by hand. Balanced, silent roll confirmed. Ready for the night.