Frosts in the morning. It was -3°C when the Kawasaki first coughed to life.
There is no bad weather, only bad clothes. With big gloves and a lined leather jacket, the five mile ride to work is still quite doable.
I might get off the bike with cold fingers, but there is still no better way to commute in the morning.
Soon enough the snows will come and salt will make the roads a caged misery. In the meantime…
|Big black S&M gloves! That’s alotta leather!|