I commute on the bike, it makes parking in the city a breeze.
I start work at 6.00, so set off at 5.30 from Rangiora.
My bike (bless it) tells me how cold it is, and this morning it was -2 on Lineside Road. I'm going to put a piece of tape over the display, coz I don't want to know.
It's normally a chance (compulsory actually) to wear ever layer available. Thats means having to have somewhere to store the gear on the way home in the afternoon, for use the next morning.
Re gloves, I find the Rain Off gloves http://www.rain-off.com/ to be great. They are rain gloves, but over my winter gloves they provide a wind blocking layer.
It makes head checks a bit more difficult, wearing to much gear, but I'd still rather do that than pay for parking. It's cheaper to run the bike, and basically I love riding.
Yes, it has heated grips.
I've googled the heated vests, pants etc, but I have survived so far, so can't see the point in spending a bloody fortune on gear I might use so infrequently.
I'm missing Marmite.
Just my thoughts.
Some days I miss living in NZ. Some days I don't.
Friday
Mostly sunny
Min: 14°C Max: 26°C
Saturday
Sunny
Min: 14°C Max: 27°C
Sunday
Sunny
Min: 13°C Max: 26°C
I forgot to mention that eating a litre of porridge at 98c will keep you warm in a blast freezer wearing nothing but your undercracks for 2 hours minimum. A winter riders breakfast du jour IMHO.
This is what I thought, my working knowledge of carbs is very rudimentary but it stands to reason. Piston-engined aircraft have a mixture adjustment control to lean/richen the mixture as altitude, air pressure and temperature change. I saw a Mikuni jet size chart once that was intended for setting up race carbs depending on temperature, air pressure and altitude above sea level.
You want some advice - lightning strikes once, it does not strike twice!
Oh jezus, next you bloody nannas will be riding around with hot water bottles tucked under ya jackets.![]()
For a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him.Keep an open mind, just dont let your brains fall out.
For a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him.Keep an open mind, just dont let your brains fall out.
You know you can buy your way out of shopping. It trades for yard work. At least it's not shopping.
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