Brrrrrrrr
We’ve got a bruiser of a storm headed our way. So last night I decided that I had better get my bike over to a friend’s garage or I would not see it until spring as it would be frozen in ice. Sixty five miles an hour, nine degrees Fahrenheit, wearing my beanie, and no face covering. Pardon my vulgarity for a second, most apt descriptive term…but that was fuckin cold. Stupidity aside, I pulled in to find out that another friend (*cough*Jimmy*cough*) was also bringing his bike to my friend Vin’s, via a flatbed truck. I’m going to put a sticker on the back of his bike that says “Scooter Mom”.
