acidraver.
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This could have gone in the what do you wear thread, but, It is it's own little story of joy.
It started out as a nice day here in the south. 65 and sunny. A buddy of mine and I thought it would be a good chance for a ride to the closest watering hole.
It was a great ride. The sun felt good, the road was smooth, the rum was great.
Then it started getting dark.
With the darkness came lessons. Leather doo rags. Great products. Of course they do fall short of keeping the ears warm. The frost bite title.
Carhart coat. Good for warmth, sucks at stopping cold wind. It didn't help that I haven't lost as much weight as I had hoped when I ordered the coat.
2 miles in, the zipper split. We stopped. I redid the zip, and made 4 more miles before it split again.
Leather. Leather that fit and was long enough. might well have saved me from the now missing left nipple. Hint. Don't ride in the cold then bump into something when your nipples are frozen solid. They snap off and hurt. At least that's what it felt like.
Gloves. Over lapping gloves. Yes. Regular gloves fall short. That frost biting wind. Well when it's blowing up your sleeves you get the combined frozen nipples and trembling fore arms. Not good.
Pants. Chaps. Leather. Yes leather is great. Did I mention that. Well it is.
Of course. My chaps don't fit my fat arse. Blue jeans. Let a lot of wind in. Believe me. You can't hug your legs tight enough to the engine to keep them warm.
So now that you know the story. Here is the punch line of sorts.
After such a joyous day and a frozen, frost bitten ride back to my home town. I made the worst mistake you can make after such a trip.
I walked in to the restaurant upon getting back and gave my favorite waitress a hug. At which time my frost bitten ear hit the side of her face and she jumped back and punched me. (the punch) Guess she thought I did it on purpose which of course I didn't. The ice I dropped down her pants as I was leaving, that I did on purpose. The frozen ear was a accident. That and I won't eat breakfast there for a few days to let her calm down over the Ice cube. But damn she dance around so hilariously.
It started out as a nice day here in the south. 65 and sunny. A buddy of mine and I thought it would be a good chance for a ride to the closest watering hole.
It was a great ride. The sun felt good, the road was smooth, the rum was great.
Then it started getting dark.
With the darkness came lessons. Leather doo rags. Great products. Of course they do fall short of keeping the ears warm. The frost bite title.
Carhart coat. Good for warmth, sucks at stopping cold wind. It didn't help that I haven't lost as much weight as I had hoped when I ordered the coat.
2 miles in, the zipper split. We stopped. I redid the zip, and made 4 more miles before it split again.
Leather. Leather that fit and was long enough. might well have saved me from the now missing left nipple. Hint. Don't ride in the cold then bump into something when your nipples are frozen solid. They snap off and hurt. At least that's what it felt like.
Gloves. Over lapping gloves. Yes. Regular gloves fall short. That frost biting wind. Well when it's blowing up your sleeves you get the combined frozen nipples and trembling fore arms. Not good.
Pants. Chaps. Leather. Yes leather is great. Did I mention that. Well it is.
Of course. My chaps don't fit my fat arse. Blue jeans. Let a lot of wind in. Believe me. You can't hug your legs tight enough to the engine to keep them warm.
So now that you know the story. Here is the punch line of sorts.
After such a joyous day and a frozen, frost bitten ride back to my home town. I made the worst mistake you can make after such a trip.
I walked in to the restaurant upon getting back and gave my favorite waitress a hug. At which time my frost bitten ear hit the side of her face and she jumped back and punched me. (the punch) Guess she thought I did it on purpose which of course I didn't. The ice I dropped down her pants as I was leaving, that I did on purpose. The frozen ear was a accident. That and I won't eat breakfast there for a few days to let her calm down over the Ice cube. But damn she dance around so hilariously.
