Thank you All for the warm welcome!
We need all the heat we can get right now. Its starting to snow down here!:yikes:
Joy
Hello Yazz. Welcome aboard. I think you are gonna like this machine. Where did you come up with the screen name? Does it have anything to do with the band Yaz from the 80's? Hello to the hubby as well.![]()
Spyderwolf,
The snow didn't stick but its going to get into the 20's tonight.
We will be ryding Sunday in a toy run. Gotta do it for the kids...
Now that I'm thinking about it, would rather ryde in the snow on a tryke instead of a two-wheelie. Just need to get some electric underwear...
:agree:Ya gotta do it for the kids. This toy run's motto is "Santa rides, rain or shine." Most times its raining. It thins the crowd out a bit, but its a bonding experience for those who show up.We have a toy ride near here this Sunday as well. It is in the 40's and raining right now. Supposed to rain all day tomorrow as well. I am hoping it will blow off for Sunday, but even if it doesn't I am no stranger to ryding in the rain.![]()
Spyderwolf,
The snow didn't stick but its going to get into the 20's tonight.
We will be ryding Sunday in a toy run. Gotta do it for the kids...
Now that I'm thinking about it, would rather ryde in the snow on a tryke instead of a two-wheelie. Just need to get some electric underwear...
:roflblack: Wow, did that bring back memories! I rode in the winter during the sixties until an ice storm followed by snow and 14 degree temperatures turned my two mile ride home from school into a gymnastic hour long ordeal. Your story hit a family note. When he was in flight training in OK during WWII, my uncle decided to ride his Indian home to Michigan. Coming out of Missouri into Illinois he started to hit wet snow, increasing cold, and eventually ice. He had on his flight suit, so he was still able to forge ahead. At every stop he had to have someone break his hands free from the bars. When he got home, he looked like a snowman, and was frozen hard to the bike, doing the last 50 miles in second gear because he couldn't get his hand off the bars to the tank shifter. To add insult to injury, the family made him wait, frozen to the bike, while they went and grabbed the box camera to snap some pictures. :thumbup:Back in high school in the late 60s in CT, we had a bad snowstorm. My buddy's only transportation was a Susuki X6 Hustler. After parking my car, I was heading for the back door and looked over thinking someone built a snowman. (Oh Excuse me, a snowperson.)Looking closer it wasn't a snowperson it was Steve. He was frozen to the bike. He couldn't talk and could barely blink. I started to carefully pry his fingers off the grips. His knees and ankles were frozen and I was going to pull him off the back, when my home room teacher opened the window. I told him he was frozen to the bike. He came out and helped me lift him off. We got him inside and leaned him up against a radiator to thaw out. After about 10 minutes he said boy! Am I glad you came along. I told him next time, give me a call and I'll pick you up. He said than I gotta walk to work and than home. Besides it was a crazy ride in 4" of snow and the looks I got were priceless. I told him the look you gave me was priceless. We still talk today and still laugh about snowy, cold, frozen to the bike, day in the school parking lot. He now rides an old BMW R 60 but, not in snowstorms.
:roflblack: Wow, did that bring back memories! I rode in the winter during the sixties until an ice storm followed by snow and 14 degree temperatures turned my two mile ride home from school into a gymnastic hour long ordeal. Your story hit a family note. When he was in flight training in OK during WWII, my uncle decided to ride his Indian home to Michigan. Coming out of Missouri into Illinois he started to hit wet snow, increasing cold, and eventually ice. He had on his flight suit, so he was still able to forge ahead. At every stop he had to have someone break his hands free from the bars. When he got home, he looked like a snowman, and was frozen hard to the bike, doing the last 50 miles in second gear because he couldn't get his hand off the bars to the tank shifter. To add insult to injury, the family made him wait, frozen to the bike, while they went and grabbed the box camera to snap some pictures. :thumbup: