Just gathering my thoughts about the remainder of the weekend. I'm in Florida "for" bike week, but it's less about bike week than just seeing friends. The Iron Butt Association gathers in at a Ramada Inn in Jacksonville, and that's where I crossed paths with a fellow that I just couldn't quit thinking I'd seen and/or heard his name. We happened to be standing in line waiting for dinner tonight and had a chance to chat. It turned out he was previously a member of the HSTA/MSTA although his membership has lapsed. He lives in Indianapolis and is a long-time friend of Don and Cathy Payne. Say hello to Thomas Southwood.
Now...I've got to figure out how to get home. The bike is fine. I'm fine. But the weather, as many of you know, has turned into a real droning dog-eared lewdster. After being normal 40ish low temps with highs in the 50s and maybe even 60s, things have changed. Tonight is predicted to get down into the 20s with a high Saturday only around freezing. And just to complicate things a bit more, there's a snow bomb blowing through. Then, to make sure to maximize the nasty impact of that, the temps are predicted to be the coldest of the entire year tomorrow night...into the low teens or less.
That's not a big deal for many of you, and I wouldn't normally complain. But I don't really want to get within a 100 miles of home and then find myself stuck or worse. My better half has actually given me permission, nay, an order, to take an extra day or two coming home.
First the pandemic and now this. Weirdness for sure.