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I woke up this morning shortly before dawn and decided to go for a ride. It was cold out, I knew, but it wasn't until I came back that I realized it was only 25° F. I used to be tougher. I came back this morning with my toes cold, which never used to happen. I guess I'm just getting old.
My new heated grips did yeoman duty and I ended up having to turn them down to the intermediate setting because my palms were starting to smoke (at least it felt like they were). Full gauntlet gloves and my hands were cooking!
No Hippo Hands this year. If I installed them I'd need to go to the lowest setting and summer weight gloves.
One other thing: some moron in the next town decided it was a good time to clean the streets. Who washes down the road when it's going to be below freezing?
I know I'm rambling but you do that when you start getting old. The next thing you know I'm going to start drooling.
Merry Christmas, guys.
My new heated grips did yeoman duty and I ended up having to turn them down to the intermediate setting because my palms were starting to smoke (at least it felt like they were). Full gauntlet gloves and my hands were cooking!
No Hippo Hands this year. If I installed them I'd need to go to the lowest setting and summer weight gloves.
One other thing: some moron in the next town decided it was a good time to clean the streets. Who washes down the road when it's going to be below freezing?
I know I'm rambling but you do that when you start getting old. The next thing you know I'm going to start drooling.
Merry Christmas, guys.