Leaving the house this morning was a familiar, yet somehow new experience due to the well-lit area covered in frost. It looked like, as my mother might say, “ants taking pictures” all over. As I rode out of town, the temperature was about 30 degrees. The bike sure likes the cold and the motor is acting like it wants MOAR FUEL to go quicker...
Anyway, long story short: Cold ride in for 28 miles. I had ice caked on the top of the windshield and there was a fat layer of ice on the knuckles of my gloves; it chipped off as I took them off. It will soon be too cold and dangerous to take the old Versys, so I need to slap together the Volvo soon.
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