A Long Ride

I've heard people say "cold snap," but I never really understood what it meant until I rode through Minnesota. We stopped in Minneapolis, which was sunny and warm, then headed northwest toward Fargo. About halfway there we rode into some dark clouds and the temperature dropped 35 degrees in about a minute. I was doing fine until I stopped and took off my helmet and gloves (for some reason) and just about froze solid. My teeth were chattering within seconds.

We bought electric jackets before leaving, which did nothing but take up space in the saddlebags through the heat of Mexico and the southern states. We were happy to have them in Minnesota - we would have been blocks of ice without them. Once we got rolling again I just couldn't fully warm back up, even with my jacket on maximum heat, so we stopped in Fergus Falls for the night. I'll take a hot shower now, please!