It's so cold we had to chisel the dog off a lamp-post.
The on-board thermometer read 12 when I rode the KLR to the office yesterday morning. It read 17 when I tried to start it at three to run an errand. Battery was too weak to turn her over quick enough to start. All my bike batteries have reached that certain age at the same time. Bike batteries don't last long. Had to call the RedHead and get her to fetch jumper cables. Then her Durango would hardly turn over. That battery is also old as can be. I gotta run to the battery warehouse this weekend and spend a fortune.
But I can't complain. Winter has been swell up until now. I can remember about twelve or fifteen years ago, we had such ice storms that I had to chop ice off the bike ignition to get the key in. Had to whack a half inch ice off the car doors so the old lady could get out. Brutal. Riding to work with my boots sliding on the black ice for outriggers.
All in all, I think this Gorebull Warbling has been a real good idea, and they ought to have thought about it sooner. Makes you want to go out and burn some carbon, feed a cow some beans to make her fart, take the long way home in your SUV. All them Chicken Littles are full of shit -- climate changes -- and sometimes it's for the better.
But, today, it's so cold that you might see lawyers putting their hands in their own pockets.