That's why I have long since worn a Greek desert pastry. No wait, that's a baklava. I wear a Greek ski-mask, a balaklava. I always get those mixed up. And since today was bitterly cold, and tonite is going to drop down to 19, which for Louisiana is the point at which a coonass's blood freezes solid unless he's bedded down with:
- his missus
- an enthusiastic friend
- several unenthusiastic friends
- a pint of Grandpere's "Old Piss Cutter"
And me having a pint, I went ahead and rode today, and will do so tomorrow. After taking a few basic precautions, including my heavy leather jacket, my Tourmaster gloves rated for down to -30 degrees, long underwear, and of course, as mentioned earlier, the Greek pastry.
And Stucco, you'll note that I'm smiling*.
* That's actually a frozen rictus of near-death by hypothermia, but I ain't tellin' HIM that.