Flip Flopper

Hey Kids,

I used to always consider myself a cold weather person. The times I’ve been knee deep in a cold river, flicking ice from the rod line guides, and brushing snow off of my hat has happened more than once. In fact, I always considered the start of fishing season to be Labor Day, the unofficial last weekend of summer and the beginning of the fall and winter seasons. It ended on Memorial day in May.

I’ve noticed that others also wear that Cold Weather Outdoors Person medal with equal pride. If the mercury drops below freezing, a silver star is deserved. Below zero and a gold star is in order. And only a few people will be out there to earn it.


I wonder why no one else is here??

Cold weather always means less people. And the colder it gets, the less people there would be and that’s always a good thing. Just last December, I fished in and around the ice sheets on a high elevation lake. Why? Because open water is kayak-able water. I spent the day alone on the water and couldn’t have been happier. Cold, but happy.

Even riding the bike, I’ve declared with pride that there is no “too cold”. I’ve proved it, at least down to 8°F. My saying has been, “So long as there’s no ice, I’m riding.” And I still stand by that.

However this summer, having already experienced the warm weather to our south, I think I might be more prone to embrace the warm weather this year. The motor runs better. The tires grip better. The kayak glides better. The fish bite and fight better.The sun feels better. Shorts and t-shirt fit better. And the flips flop better. 

Yes I’m a warm weather guy this season. The red rock desert will see more of me. And I just might stay like this for a while.

At least until Labor Day.


Post 3-117

Crazy Alone

Hey kids,

I know that there’s a good reason most people put their motorcycles away on days like today (upper 30’s to lower 40’s- snow sticking to everything but the roads). But I love being the only bie out there.

It’s not why I ride, and I don’t need other’s praise. But it means something to me to be part of the few, part of the crowd that others think is nuts.

I enjoy being willing to brave the cold and the wet.

I like to be alone where others don’t dare to tread.

I love being one of those guys.

I am one of those guys.


Post #361

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Hey Kids,

I don’t mind riding in colder weather.

Many riders with which I speak during the summer time say their rule is 50°. Under fifty, no ride.

I’ve also heard of this expanded into the 50/50 rule. Riding stops if it’s 50°or less and/or a 50% chance of rain.

As always, I say to each their own. But as for me and my house, we shall ride in whatever weather God gives us. (Snow and Ice excepted.)

I get asked, “How do you stay warm?”

My response is “I don’t.”

There’s an inherent coldness to riding a motorcycle. At least in these parts. There are the two or three months where it’s actually hot during the day. But even in July, in the mountains, the evenings can drop into the 60’s or 70’s and on a bike, it can feel cold.

But it’s ok to be cold. It does a body good, reminds one of the fragile nature of life. There does exist heated gear, but I would guess that even still, there will always be one part of your body not heated and cold.

My weak spot is the hands. I have come to accept that once the temperature drops into the 30’s, my fingers will freeze before getting to work. The colder it gets, the less time it takes to freeze. I can tell you, the freeze time can get down to as little as two minutes. I read about and investigated different gloves. Every brand had some people swore by them and yet others cursed them.

I figured that it came down to wind elimination. At 8°, the coldest I have ventured out, and the reported humidity of that morning, I calculated the wind chill at the spot where I run at 55mph to be -40F. I’m not sure if I calculated correctly, but suffice to say, it was c-c-c-o-l-d-d-d.511sqwpau+L._SX425_

Yesterday I received my latest option. Handle bar mitts. For $20, I’d give it a shot.

The morning temperature this morning was 22°. Challenge accepted.

I strapped on the mitts.

Adjusted them a little bit. Figured out whether I could work the clutch and brake within the mitts. Accidently strapped the mitt across the horn button for nice5-10 second blast at 5:30 am, (sorry fellow apartment dwellers) and took off into the dark cold air.

With the realization that I could not switch the high beams (deer detectors) on and off and work the turn signals, I continued on anyway.

When I arrived at my destination 25 minutes later, my hands were a little cold on the fingers but not frozen. It had been comfortable and easy to slip my hand in and out to adjust head gear and hand signal my turns. The clutch and front brake levers were easily accessible. In fact the only reason my fingers were cold is because of the times I had to hold down the ice-cold metal levers.

If I add heated grips (the Suzuki has them, the Yamaha which I rode today does not), I think my hands would have been actually warm.

Next attempt will be to insulate the levers first.

I will report later as the temperatures plummet over the next two months.



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