Like A Bag of Cold Hammers

It fucking blows to take off in t-shirt weather and come home in a cold rain.

And then again, this is a ride I’ll actually recall, and there have been lots of miles I don’t have any memory of at all, so I guess this one had the virtue of being memorable.

Thanks to Chris Clark for meeting up with me out in the boondocks and buying me a load of drinks. That anti-freeze kept me warm on the ride home. Ended up soaking wet, but happy as a mudpuppy once I got all the clothes stripped off and under some blankets.