California Freezin’
Southern California isn’t all about sunshine and palm trees and endless summer. No, sometimes it gets cold out here. And if you’re on a motorcycle it’s even colder. This morning was a brutal 46 degrees when I left the house. (Minnesota readers are spewing hot chocolate all over their screens right about now.) That’s fuggin’ cold on a bike, kids. You have to dress for it.
My wardrobe is:
- Tinted goggles to keep the wind and sun (and bugs and road trash and etc…) out of my eyes
- A buff worn balaclava style
- A heavy leather coat
- Leather gloves
- Jeans
- Leather chaps
- Boots
- Half helmet (thus requiring the balaclava-style buff)
- And the best 50 cents I ever spent: a fleece pullover I picked up at a thrift store in Bozeman, MT
I’m actually pretty toasty with all that on. There’s a few square inches of near-frostbite on my forehead where the wind gets under the buff, but otherwise I’m as comfortable as if I were in a car.
It’s warmer than it sounds. Honest.
And this is probably the lamest entry I’ve ever posted.
CORRECT!!! Lamest ever! Congratulations, and please accept this laurel and hardy handshake in honor of joining the club of all who at one time or another and spewed drivel and wasted bandwidth. To you, Sir!
And Dude, I get my bike back next week. Let’s take a ride to Fresno!
Have you noticed almost all my comments here have typos in them, usually of the nature of a lack
of helping verbs? Brain cloud. That, or the sixties coming back for a quick haunt.
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