It's all about acclimatization. I'm used to the hot now. Sixties is cold to me. Hundred plus, and I'm good in my gear. I guess it's what you're used to.
Regardless, I ran my twisties today. I was emboldened by the fact that I've got some cold weather stuff I didn't use to have. I've got freeze out longjohn bottoms, boot and glove inserts. I've got actual winter riding gloves (sort of, they cost $20 but they're better than the leather work gloves I was sporting at the end of last winter). I've got a winter coat that fits under my motorcycle jacket.
All my stuff is perforated for the long summers here. Jacket, pants, boots. All full of holes. I layered up and made the ride. It wasn't bad. I got there and the only thing cold was my hands, and they were just cold. Not frozen and stiff, just cold.
So I ran my twisties. Woo Hoo! I got to fly! As I spread my wings and that Superman cape unfurled behind me, I was thinking of all you poor souls in more northern climes. As I flew down that wonderful, sexy road you were with me in spirit.
Then I left you behind, you poor, slow buggers. I left you in the twisties when I started flying and it was nothing but me, my machine, the road and all the hazards that entails.
I picked you back up at each end, as I turned around for another run. Then I left you again. The wings were spread, the cape was out and I was flying! No room for anything else. The first run was iffy. I was indeed rusty. After that? It was a glorious thing.
Twisty sex. I need a cigarette.
Regardless, I ran my twisties today. I was emboldened by the fact that I've got some cold weather stuff I didn't use to have. I've got freeze out longjohn bottoms, boot and glove inserts. I've got actual winter riding gloves (sort of, they cost $20 but they're better than the leather work gloves I was sporting at the end of last winter). I've got a winter coat that fits under my motorcycle jacket.
All my stuff is perforated for the long summers here. Jacket, pants, boots. All full of holes. I layered up and made the ride. It wasn't bad. I got there and the only thing cold was my hands, and they were just cold. Not frozen and stiff, just cold.
So I ran my twisties. Woo Hoo! I got to fly! As I spread my wings and that Superman cape unfurled behind me, I was thinking of all you poor souls in more northern climes. As I flew down that wonderful, sexy road you were with me in spirit.
Then I left you behind, you poor, slow buggers. I left you in the twisties when I started flying and it was nothing but me, my machine, the road and all the hazards that entails.
I picked you back up at each end, as I turned around for another run. Then I left you again. The wings were spread, the cape was out and I was flying! No room for anything else. The first run was iffy. I was indeed rusty. After that? It was a glorious thing.
Twisty sex. I need a cigarette.
