We've Got To Stop Not Meeting Like This

I know. Winter's hard.

Seriously hard. If you're like me, you've ridden in +12F, been rained on, sleeted on, snowed on, had your breath condense on the inside of your faceshield and then freeze, and suffered the usual indignities, such as knowing married people who've had oral more recently than you, and not winning the effing Powerball.

This Too Shall Pass. And, The South Shall Ride Again!

Tonight's photo is from 7:15 p.m. tonight, at Pizza Perfect, btw.  :)