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All testosterone-powered talk aside, while I've only this year ventured into the teens with the top down, when the numbers drop below the teens, the sky'z only visible through my windows . . . jus' like every other poor compartmentized schmuck.
An explanatory note if I may:
Up until I got Stewie, I always rode a bike through the winterz. Full leathers into late fall n' snowmobile suit on until spring.
So, for me anyway, sittin' behind a windshield with luxuries like a heater, windows n' the top fer when I'm jus' tired 'r chilled . . . well, I've been pretty up-close-n'-personal with cold; pilotin' Stewie with the top down in the cold izz a cake-walk. 'Z'long'z'ya dress fer it, it's a dooable enjoyment that opens up a whole big chunk'a the year that was previously wasted.
Be well gang,
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
Last edited by Java Junky : 03-04-2008 at 03:11 AM.
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