6:00 a.m.. It was cold. Low, dark clouds scudded across the sky, but I needed to ride. I got my gear on, cranked the bike up and started out. A few miles out a chill rain began to smack me in the face. But, I was riding. The rain turned to stinging sleet and that winding, friendly, old, back road became an angry serpent. It got a little squirrely in the turns. I began to shiver, chilled to the bone. OK, I'd better head back home. I parked the bike in the garage and peeld off clothes as I headed for the bedroom.My wife was still sleeping soundly. I crawled into bed and curled around her, spoon style, soaking up her warmth. I leaned in closer. "It's nasty out there" I whispered. She answered "Then you better hurry up. My idiot husband is out on his motorcycle and he might come back early."
