It was too hot to ride the motorcycle.
I used to care about riding my motorcycle.
When I was younger, I didn’t suppose anything could stop me from jumping on the motorcycle & taking off down the road.
I would ride all afternoon & go wherever the road took me. The wind in my face & flowing through my hair was all the cooling system I needed. Once I got married & had a family, I didn’t have much time to get on my motorcycle. I rode it to labor when the weather wasn’t inclement, & 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, & the drone of my wifey’s voice as she tried to calm down the youngsters. I had the cooling system blowing in my face, & the boombox drowned out the noise. I think I got so used to the cooling system of the vehicle 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, but I found it was too hot to ride. I missed the guess of the wind in my hair, but I missed the cooling system of the vehicle even more. I inspected my vehicle to get even more cooling system & provided up on the motorcycles except for Springtime & fall. It surprises me how much getting older has changed me. I find that I honestly need cooling system more than I need to be free.