Not A Good Day To Ride

I don't know what it's like in your neck of the woods, but in mine it's hot. Really hot. The last I checked the temperature was almost 100 degrees. A few weeks ago I was riding my bike to work everyday. It was hot, but it wasn't miserably hot like it is today. My ole man called to see if I wanted to meet him for lunch at the gas station so I got up, put on my flip-flops and stepped outside. I looked down at my feet and for a split second thought about going back in, pulling on my boots instead and riding up there. Like I said, it only lasted a split second because in that split second I had already started sweating and my jeans felt like they were stuck to me.

So to save face, instead of complaining that it was too hot to ride I told my ole man I figured he wanted an ocean water from Sonic. If you saw the way our Sonic is laid out, there's no way you'd want to drive a motorcycle up their huge hill of a driveway, much less try taking a route 44 drink back down it. I've never complained about it being too hot to ride. If he's riding, I'm riding. I absolutely love riding, but if I have a choice on a day like today and it's just me, I'm caging it in the air conditioning!