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FrostBack #2 - IBA # 44620
So yesterday (and today) its pretty nippy up here. I wired up my power outlet to my Centech and thought I'd go for a little ride. Keeping in mind, it was about 40F with a strong gusty North wind and overcast. Its the kinda cold where it hits the bone in pretty short order.
I throw on my gear, with liners (no electrics) and go for a ride. I'm fine, in fact, really fine. But I noticed at every Tim Hortons and corner store theirs Harley's everywhere. What the hell. I swear, I saw 50 of them. No riders in sight. I keep going and catch up to a group of 3. Pipes resonating, chrome blinging, chaps flapping. Passengers trying to become one with the riders. Literally.
Without any warning, the lead guy pulls off the road. The other two pull in behind him. I slow down to see if theirs a problem, because I'm good that way. All I can hear is swearing "Fock THIS I'm freezing! I'm parking it till JULY!" The riders and passengers have tears streaming down their faces from the cold. One of the passengers is wearing wool mittens and a touque under her beanie.
Okay, I think to myself, no issues, just cold. I move on. I ride another 50 or so miles and stop for a coffee at the 'biker Tims' here in town.
4 more guys on Harleys parked there. Their all sitting inside trying to warm up. You know, two hands wrapped around the cup. I know one of them. Turns out the local HD dealer had their first annual (probably last annual if they hold it again the 1st weekend in May) Poker Run. I later find out, through frozen lips, that something like a 100 bikes showed up for it. Most bailed after the first stop.
... and then it happens....
"You look like a 'tard dressed like that" one of them says to me. This guy, in another circumstance would be looking at my eyes saying "3 or 4", "better or worse". Dick.
Unbelievable. This guys sitting there with hypothermia and he's calling ME a 'tard?!
Nothing to be said. I finished my coffee and went home, comfy as can be and left them sitting in the coffee shop - no doubt waiting for the truck to haul their bikes back home.
I throw on my gear, with liners (no electrics) and go for a ride. I'm fine, in fact, really fine. But I noticed at every Tim Hortons and corner store theirs Harley's everywhere. What the hell. I swear, I saw 50 of them. No riders in sight. I keep going and catch up to a group of 3. Pipes resonating, chrome blinging, chaps flapping. Passengers trying to become one with the riders. Literally.
Without any warning, the lead guy pulls off the road. The other two pull in behind him. I slow down to see if theirs a problem, because I'm good that way. All I can hear is swearing "Fock THIS I'm freezing! I'm parking it till JULY!" The riders and passengers have tears streaming down their faces from the cold. One of the passengers is wearing wool mittens and a touque under her beanie.
Okay, I think to myself, no issues, just cold. I move on. I ride another 50 or so miles and stop for a coffee at the 'biker Tims' here in town.
4 more guys on Harleys parked there. Their all sitting inside trying to warm up. You know, two hands wrapped around the cup. I know one of them. Turns out the local HD dealer had their first annual (probably last annual if they hold it again the 1st weekend in May) Poker Run. I later find out, through frozen lips, that something like a 100 bikes showed up for it. Most bailed after the first stop.
... and then it happens....
"You look like a 'tard dressed like that" one of them says to me. This guy, in another circumstance would be looking at my eyes saying "3 or 4", "better or worse". Dick.
Unbelievable. This guys sitting there with hypothermia and he's calling ME a 'tard?!
Nothing to be said. I finished my coffee and went home, comfy as can be and left them sitting in the coffee shop - no doubt waiting for the truck to haul their bikes back home.