It's cold. Quite cold. But I have no idea how cold it is, because my two thermometers don't say the same thing, and I don't know which one is telling me tall tales. I do know that the bike didn't want to start this morning, and that usually happens somewhere around 20°F.
Maybe I need to take a page out of Theresa Honeywell's book and knit myself a motorcycle cozy...
Exile nastiness with a quickness.
10 hours ago