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01-17-2007, 10:14 PM

In article <1s8tq2p59j69jegk0q4uq1d0961lb05d5g@4ax.com>,
Zoot Katz <zootkatz@operamail.com> writes:
> On Sun, 14 Jan 2007 20:31:27 -0800, KGWebby@webtv.net wrote:
>
>>Well I've never rode in the snow, and that's only because I don't have
>>studded tires for my Breezer. For me, the coldest temp that I've rode
>>in was somewhere in the low twenties. And that was cold enough for me.
>>
> Once, -13 F at night on a wide, well lit snow-free Winnipeg highway.
>
> I froze my junk. Hurt bad thawing out.
>
> An outlaw biker friend laughed at the look on my face and gave me a
> piece of sheepskin to stuff in my shorts for future jaunts.
>
> It may have been colder for some of those other rides but they
> weren't so excruciatingly memorable.

Ow.

I just got back home (check the time of this posting.)

I headed out into beautiful snow-melting rain, to
do a little shopping up at 39th & Cambie.

The temp is just hovering around freezing.

On the return trip, the rain decided to be snow
instead, with my helmet visor actually funneling &
scooping snowflakes into my eyes and driving them
under my eyelids, while I was bombing down 39th. Ugh!

Getting one's package frozen is pretty bad.
But eyeballs are directly connected to the brain
(which is also where absessed tooth roots and
inflamed sinuses always aim at.) The brain
is such a sissy wimp.

I found myself sucking it up and growling and
howling (well, sort of singing The Stones'
"Moonlight Mile[*]") at the elements like some sort
of wild predatory beast as I plowed through the
tempest, adamantly not veering my gaze even an
arc-second to the left or right. 'Cuz that would
have certainly invited a real eye-full of snow.

My fingers feel like two 5-packs of frozen wieners.
I can barely open what I went shopping for.

Heaven help me should I have to grasp any sort of
slippery, chrome-plated, hand-held pinching device.
Let alone pass it along to the next person without
fumbling it.

Ice gets ya. Cold gets ya. Wind gets ya. Darkness
gets ya. Humidity gets ya. Airborne precip gets ya.

Winter sux.

Anyways, sometimes helmet visors are good for
keeping precip out of our eyes. But sometimes
they devilishly work against us.

cheers,
Tom
[*] sort of a Joey "****head" Keithley/DOA rendition.

--
Nothing is safe from me.
Above address is just a spam midden.
I'm really at: tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

01-17-2007, 10:14 PM	#26 (permalink)
Tom Keats Posts: n/a	Re: What's the coldest weather you've rode in? In article <1s8tq2p59j69jegk0q4uq1d0961lb05d5g@4ax.com>, Zoot Katz <zootkatz@operamail.com> writes: > On Sun, 14 Jan 2007 20:31:27 -0800, KGWebby@webtv.net wrote: > >>Well I've never rode in the snow, and that's only because I don't have >>studded tires for my Breezer. For me, the coldest temp that I've rode >>in was somewhere in the low twenties. And that was cold enough for me. >> > Once, -13 F at night on a wide, well lit snow-free Winnipeg highway. > > I froze my junk. Hurt bad thawing out. > > An outlaw biker friend laughed at the look on my face and gave me a > piece of sheepskin to stuff in my shorts for future jaunts. > > It may have been colder for some of those other rides but they > weren't so excruciatingly memorable. Ow. I just got back home (check the time of this posting.) I headed out into beautiful snow-melting rain, to do a little shopping up at 39th & Cambie. The temp is just hovering around freezing. On the return trip, the rain decided to be snow instead, with my helmet visor actually funneling & scooping snowflakes into my eyes and driving them under my eyelids, while I was bombing down 39th. Ugh! Getting one's package frozen is pretty bad. But eyeballs are directly connected to the brain (which is also where absessed tooth roots and inflamed sinuses always aim at.) The brain is such a sissy wimp. I found myself sucking it up and growling and howling (well, sort of singing The Stones' "Moonlight Mile[]") at the elements like some sort of wild predatory beast as I plowed through the tempest, adamantly not veering my gaze even an arc-second to the left or right. 'Cuz that would have certainly invited a real eye-full of snow. My fingers feel like two 5-packs of frozen wieners. I can barely open what I went shopping for. Heaven help me should I have to grasp any sort of slippery, chrome-plated, hand-held pinching device. Let alone pass it along to the next person without fumbling it. Ice gets ya. Cold gets ya. Wind gets ya. Darkness gets ya. Humidity gets ya. Airborne precip gets ya. Winter sux. Anyways, sometimes helmet visors are good for keeping precip out of our eyes. But sometimes they devilishly work against us. cheers, Tom [] sort of a Joey "****head" Keithley/DOA rendition. -- Nothing is safe from me. Above address is just a spam midden. I'm really at: tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca