It was too boiling to ride the motorcycle.
I used to savor riding my motorcycle.
When I was younger, I didn’t suppose anything could stop myself and others from jumping on the motorcycle and taking off down the road. I would ride all morning and go wherever the road took me. The wind in my face and flowing through my hair was all the a/c I needed. Once I got married and had a family, I didn’t have much time to get on my motorcycle. I rode it to work when the weather wasn’t inclement, and once in a while, I would pull it out of the garage on a weekend. Usually, I was riding in the car, trying to drown out the screams of my youngsters, and the drone of my husband’s voice as he tried to calm down the youngsters. I had the a/c blowing in my face, and the boombox drowned out the noise. I suppose I got so used to the a/c of the car that I found I minded the heat more than when I was younger. I thought I could go back to the motorcycle when I got a divorce, however I found it was too boiling to ride. I missed the guess of the wind in my hair, however I missed the a/c of the car even more. I worked on my car to get even more a/c and provided up on the motorcycles except for Spring and fall. It surprises myself and others how much getting older has changed me. I find that I really need a/c more than I need to be free.