Dawn comes to darn early on your day off, and the chill of 17 degrees added to the feeling of just staying in bed. Sure is warm here and with the wife on one side and the dog on the other I was pretty comfortable. Turn on the speed channel and watch a few bike shows to get in the mood. It is 21 outside right now, and even the dog looks at me funny when I take the cover off the bike. My wife and I have both lived in upper Michigan and have endured many winter in the U.P., but I was a lot younger then and this is the coldest it has been in Georgia in two years. Dress in layers, dress in layers, it keeps going through my mind, good old boy scout training. And soon I’m working up a sweat just getting dressed, guess that will show the cold just who is boss. I rode the bike out and the wife climbs in behind me, glad to have the human shield of warmth to my backside. And once underway as long as I am stopped at the light I am fine, lol, really if I keep it under 75 mph it isn’t so bad, it is now 35. We stop for a few items and look and feel like walking snowmen going into the store, people asked aren’t you cold, no not at all, yea right what the heck do you think. Roll all the windows down in that car of yours and turn the ac on high, now ride down the road and ask that same question. We arrive at the starting point of our ride with the temp climbing to close to 40 now I am starting to warm, but of course I am in the coffee room and on my second cup. One of our riders is already there and here come a few more. What a motley crew we are, great bunch of guys that braved the cold morning, some even in electric suits, keeps them rpm’s up at the red lights, lol. But a great cross-section of bikers and of honest gentleman, now which one was going to pay me to say that? None of us can stand to stay inside for too long, with all the layers we have on, so as we stand out front, it is still the same old, same old, V-rod riders here and air-heads here, time and the weather may change but people, well I think you get the point. We head out back for a group shot and off to Hooter’s for some well deserved food and drink. As usual with any group of bike riders the war stories start as soon as we hit the table and it makes for a wonderful afternoon of memories and rides some we love to remember and some we would like to forget. But everything must come to an end and the wife and I have to get back home to her terminally ill dad. As we all say our goodbyes for a moment in time we are all connected, held together by a bond, a common element, the love of two wheels under our feet and the wind in our face. Just how lucky we all are to be able to have this freedom. Thanks to all who braved the cold morning, and I look forward to see you all again maybe in KC. And above all else thanks to you and yours Max, for all you do. I know we may laugh about the cold, but there are more serious conditions else wares that don’t take the day off, and know not cold or heat, night or day, that don’t go away with the sunrise. Jeannie you are in our thoughts and prayers, we lived this day for you and Max.