I have now tried to ride twice to and towards Idaho despite the early season and both times I’ve expected, nay, hoped, the ride would be warm or warmish. Both times I have been met with cold reality. Both times started in the sunshine and progressed into a grey, cold northern sky filled with cold Idaho air.
I might be insane, but I believe if I keep trying, this cold streak will change.
The worth and enjoyment of the ride was worth every shiver and frozen finger. I shared the ride with my brother and picked up my girl and brought her back home.
Ride on, I say; the cold is but for a few hours yet the memory of the ride will last a lifetime.
That rule actually applies to many things.