:) I rode through a lot of Colorado winters splitting the wind on any day that the thermometer claimed ten degrees or more. If the roads weren't all iced up I was on the bike and the bike was on the road.
I remember one winter the temps stayed too cold and the roads too iced up to ride from before Christmas to the middle of January. I was one grumpy biker.
The V star I rode then wouldn't start below 17 degrees, so I kept it in the shop at night. I'd ride out in the mornings down as low as ten degrees, as long as I knew the high would get up to at least twenty or so... so I knew my bike would start to come home in the evening.
With my Raider waiting in my brother-in-laws shop in Phoenix, we've been up here in Denver for the past ten days or so on this Christmas circle with temps in the thirties. Balmy by my old standards, but apparently my tough old rounder days are over! All the bones I broke, dislocated and abused over the years are achin' and cursin' at me.
They're tellin' me my tough nut days are in the past. Yes sir! I believe I'm pretty solidly focused on keeping myself camped on sunny slopes in shirt sleeve weather! ;)
It's the old Been there Done that story. I know I did. I know I could... but now-a-days? I don't wanna! :)
Don't get me wrong, I still ain't gonna break down and hang a windshield on my motorcycle... All I'll admit to is a lot greater reluctance to ride when the bite of the wind leaves your face glowin' like a lantern! :)
Readying for our return south from our Christmas Circle.
Grab Your Handles and Ride