BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
By now it was down-right chilly. I was OK with my Transit Suit and a long-sleeve t-shirt underneath, but even with my V-Strom hand guards and HD FXRG gloves, which have served me well over the years, my fingers were getting cold and my trunk was just starting to get a little chilly, which meant that Sooze was frozen.
So, we stopped fairly regularly for something warm to drink and to just get outta the wind on a chilly day. Hell – we had all day, and if we can only get close before we whimp out, that’s OK, too. We were just shooting to get as close to home as we could stand in the weather.
We crossed back into Ohio through Ashland, Kentucky, and grabbed Route 52 along the Ohio River. Not long after a gas, smoke, hot-chocolate and coffee break, we were back on the road and it started raining.
So close to home now…
Thankfully, the rain was hit-and-miss, but when it did rain … Arrgh….
We kept pushing, longing for our nice, warm home, humble may it be.
For Andrew.
Sooze was quiet. By this time, I was getting uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable enough to stop to warm up, because that’d be prolonging the suckiness of this ride, so I kept going. If she woulda made one mention of stopping to warm up, I woulda, but she had the exact same though I did: let’s just get home, and warm up there. So that’s what we did. In and out of rain, temperatures in the 40’s. And our cold-weather gear laughing at us from home.
Lesson learned.
As we approached the home city, we were greeted by some weird-looking skies, but were hopeful that we’d make it through town and get home without any more rain.
We weren’t so lucky. Just as we get off the slab heading to the homestead, it started raining on us. A fitting end to this ride.
But, we made it home safe and sound. All in all, it was an excellent trip. Mother Nature just wasn’t as cooperative with us this time as she has been on other trips.
That’s OK, though. We’ll be back on the road again.
Thanks for following along with us on our last big ride of 2011. We were glad we made that push home, because the following day the weather was trbl (jes plain trbl) – highs in the 40’s with spitting-to-light rain most of the day, which woulda made the ride home then just as trbl (jes plain trbl).
See ya on the road sometime…
So, we stopped fairly regularly for something warm to drink and to just get outta the wind on a chilly day. Hell – we had all day, and if we can only get close before we whimp out, that’s OK, too. We were just shooting to get as close to home as we could stand in the weather.
We crossed back into Ohio through Ashland, Kentucky, and grabbed Route 52 along the Ohio River. Not long after a gas, smoke, hot-chocolate and coffee break, we were back on the road and it started raining.
So close to home now…
Thankfully, the rain was hit-and-miss, but when it did rain … Arrgh….
We kept pushing, longing for our nice, warm home, humble may it be.
For Andrew.
Sooze was quiet. By this time, I was getting uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable enough to stop to warm up, because that’d be prolonging the suckiness of this ride, so I kept going. If she woulda made one mention of stopping to warm up, I woulda, but she had the exact same though I did: let’s just get home, and warm up there. So that’s what we did. In and out of rain, temperatures in the 40’s. And our cold-weather gear laughing at us from home.
Lesson learned.
As we approached the home city, we were greeted by some weird-looking skies, but were hopeful that we’d make it through town and get home without any more rain.
We weren’t so lucky. Just as we get off the slab heading to the homestead, it started raining on us. A fitting end to this ride.
But, we made it home safe and sound. All in all, it was an excellent trip. Mother Nature just wasn’t as cooperative with us this time as she has been on other trips.
That’s OK, though. We’ll be back on the road again.
Thanks for following along with us on our last big ride of 2011. We were glad we made that push home, because the following day the weather was trbl (jes plain trbl) – highs in the 40’s with spitting-to-light rain most of the day, which woulda made the ride home then just as trbl (jes plain trbl).
See ya on the road sometime…
