Well, this is kinda related... I think...?
Way back when.... When I had lots of youthful testosterone instead of brains, that is. I was moved to visit the girlfriend in upstate Vermont (at UVM). All I had then was my R90, no car, and I rode year round in Youngstown, NY (NORTH of Buffalo!) while stationed there at a small boat station in the USCG. But I could not make it to Vermont until the heavy snow was out of the Adirondacks.
So the first break in the weather and I was off on weekend liberty to ride 400+ miles each way for a little
warmth I wore everything I owned covered by a bright red snowmobile suit. I recall being so tired and cold on one return trip at night that I pulled over at a Howard Johnson's on the NY Thruway and layed down on a picnic table outside the restaurant window. When I awoke I was covered in frost and my faceshield was frozen shut and fogged over. I must've been quite a sight to the customers watching me out the window. I guess
stiffness would be an appropriate descriptive term for the entire weekend..
Ah, what we do for
love...
-Jesse