He texts: Polar Vortex
I text: 5w30
He texts: Dead battery
I text: Magneto !
He texts: Fogged shield
I text: Super Seer Anti-Fog Spray
He texts: 20 degrees
He don't like me ever since I sold my ice bike and my sled.
But, I rode today
Out of the garage at 7:00am and down for coffee,
stop at the post office, stop at the local car garage hang-out . . .
and all the talk is the weather . . .
"Why are you still riding your motorcycle?"