Monday, December 17, 2007
26 degrees F when I rolled out of the house this morning. A fleece jacket zipped up my neck under my leather was just the ticket. The air rolling in under the helmet at my chin is a bit brisk, but it keeps the fog from my warm breath from fogging up my visor.
All of the motorcycles from last week are evidentally parked for the weekend as I have not encountered one other rider this morning. It's a pity as it's a great day for riding. The roads are dry from Saturday's rains and the sun is shining. I see a couple double takes from the car next to me as I sit out a stop light. A casual grin breaks underneath my helmet. Their heated seats might be cumfy, but I know their admiring a man that can withstand a little chill to enjoy a nice ride.