Today me and a buddy rode about 150 miles and the heat was oppressive,,,

When we got to my place we put the rides up and I got out my AK and we did some shooting. No more riding for us till I cools down.

 

I spend all day working in this crap on a hot as flight line around jet engines running most the time. The one thing I look forward to is getting off work and getting some air moving around, me hot or not its moving. I just hate leaving work to get stuck in backed up traffic, just pisses me off. When I finally get home and get that AC air, my wife doesn't understand why I don't want to go back out.

But, ill take this heat over that stupid cold **** that comes around in the winter any time.

 

Ah just rap yourself up like al qaeda man with wet rags and get out there and ride. It will be snow shoveling time again before ya know it.

 

Toastman I'm from SI. I was out the whole week in this day and night. As long as your moving its fine. I was hot at lights but was having too much fun to stop. Except for water

 

The Devil wanted a place on earth.
Sort of a summer home:
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.

So he picked out Arizona.
A place both wretched and rough.
Here the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys were hardened and tough.

He dried up the streams in the canyons
and ordered no rain to fall:
He dried up the lakes in the valleys,
Then baked and scorched it all.

Then over his barren desert
He transplanted shrubs from Hell.
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear --
The climate suited them well.

Now, the home was much to his liking.
But animal life, he had none:
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.

First he made the rattlesnake.
With its forked poisonous tongue:
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow its young.

Then he made Scorpions and Lizards
And the ugly old Horned Toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.

Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter.
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old Horned Toad looked ill.

Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom.
As any creator would:
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good.

'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his wearthy brow.
So he took off his coat and vest.

"By Golly," he finally panted
"I did my job too well.
I'm going back where I came from
Arizona is hotter than Hell!"

 

 

The worst part of riding in this weather is having to see other peeps riding in shorts, tank tops, and flip flops (typical summer bagger attire) with excess body weight flapping in the wind. (No offense to anyone overweight, but damn be kind to the rest of us)

This heat is the reason I am surfing HD Forums instead of out riding. I haven't rode in 2 weeks.

 

Come to Cali, we good Lane Splittin !!

 

i don't have facebook, so i post my trivial bullshit here for you turds to read. mission accomplished.

suck it.

 

hahahah spotted a fatty on a bagger headed the opposite direction on the highway on the way home before.

tanktop, shorts, crocs, and back fat flopping for everyone to see.