Planning...

When you're going to take a motorcycle ride with a bunch of people, one must talk...and plan. Chatter about anything from who will lead and who will sweep to where you're going, and who needs gas. (Yes, we still carry cash...just in case.)

This morning's planning started at home base...For us, that was here. We had to consider the cold. It was about 60 degrees when we left, but once you get on the bike, it drops about 10 degrees or more and you feel every change in degree when you're riding. Every single thermal.


Two of the bikes had already gassed up, but once we decided where we were going, the other two bikes definitely needed to get some gas. It also gave us the chance to discover, on the three minute ride to the station, if we needed to put on more layers.


Then it was strategizing about how best to ride.


We figured that riding staggered was the best option so that the leader could see everyone through his mirror.


Then we talked some more, about which way were going to go.


We stopped on the ride for a break and planned some more.


Well, this was less planning.


And more shooting the breeze while waiting to feel our extremities again. Did I mention it was cold?


Notice how we all look like overstuffed snowmen.


We're not that fat. Although, notice lack of photograph of my own overstuffed self. I think I was a little blue at this point. I couldn't have put on more layers...but I think I should have tried.

FFR