Ah, a day without real rain, quick get the bike out...

Yes, I did, grabbed the motorcycle boots and threw them on, opened the garage door and looked at that dry pavement - in the dawn's early light (yeah, PST!) and rolled the trusty Triumph out to idle waiting for me. I forgot a ballcap, and no matter how warm those gauntlets are, the wind chill from riding fingers folded forward, means frozen fingers! Did I mention Global Warming isn't really happening here? not today, Mount Rainer has a foot or more of new snow from the Pacific. When I had finished my 'to work' ride I stomped into the Depot and declared "So bold the fool with frozen fingers!" Warmed up a bit and walked down to the dock - slower pace and the cold doesn't get an assist from the speed of Earl walking. The ride back in the evening was better, the day was warmer, but I want to know why all those other folks are on the road all around me - don't they have somewhere else to be? So I got two rides in today, twenty-six smiling miles and laughing at the really good parts - and only thirteen colder than a well digger's ... whatever.