Hey Jukie that ain't fog it's dust
The fog comment is what you call wishful thinking ... she knew exactly what it was.
in summary: lots of wind. and hail. and snow. and cold. and more cold. then pizza. then more cold. then home.
Oh c'mon it wasn't that cold. Once I put my inner-gloves and jumper on at Lithgow it was almost toasty.
Must say though, the perforations in the leathers work a treat
just came back from dinner in wentworth falls as we walk 10 minutes in the freezing cold
By way of comparison this 10 minute walk to the pub was rather ... umm ... refreshing. My arms were aching by the time we got back ... if I hadn't held on as tight as I did I could have lost her. Blowing like a bastard it was.
I couldnt even begin to imagine all the obscenities coming out of your mouth Craigo when riding through those conditions.
This one really cracked me up ... Craigo swearing ... no make the beast with two backsing way!