I apparently have a sickness, it’s rare, and from what I can tell, untreatable. We’re well into fall, with winter right around the corner here in southern Ohio; that being said, I realize my riding days are numbered at this point. I turned on my phone this morning to check the weather, at a crisp 30F outside, for whatever reason as I stepped out the door, I thought to myself “the game’s afoot Old Man Winter…”
I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I’m in full “Eskimo mode” just yet, but last weekend I took the time to re-install my hand guards bearing in mind the imminent frost. In addition, I’m also beefing up my riding game with the usual heated grips, combined with the new Tourmaster heated gloves I picked up last month. It wasn’t exactly toasty this morning, but my hands are far better prepared for the sub-freezing temperatures headed our way.
If you’re new to the blog, I have a general principle, “Is the road dry? Does the bike start? Then ride that thing!” This attitude requires a substantial amount of preparation and risk mitigation, but thus far, Lola has been on the road every calendar month since she rolled off the showroom floor. Getting up ten minutes early each morning may seem like a waste of time for some, but when you drive a base model car, it still beats scraping the windshield!
That “magical temperature” is different for everyone, so at what point do you finally hang up the keys? What do you do to stay warm until that day?