The hip was feelin' a bit better this morning so I decided to take Stray Dog down to the Union Post Office and send out my dad's birthday gift (two days late). First, though, the dogs had to go outside to contemplate nature.

Brisk! Mid-40's is downright cold in Mississippi. We're used to walkin' down to the mailbox in our skivvies until February, when winter starts.

Well, I had decided to go, so after the dogs wiped their feet I threw on some jeans, a sweatshirt, and a hunting jacket and fired up the scoot. Here's what I learned:

1. Legs get cold real fast. Leather would feel soooo goooood...if I had any.
2. Bottom lip gets cold next. I remember seeing face warmers at Walmart!
3. Blustery winds are not at all fun. I'll need enough clothing to take my mind off my misery and put my attention where it belongs...on the road!
4. The bike show tomorrow should be decimated by the cold weather! I could probably win best of show with a Flexible Flyer.

So, the question is: Am I a real biker 'cause I ride in the winter, or do I ride in the winter 'cause I'm a real biker? Or does it simply make me another wannabe 'cause I've only ridden thru six winters when everyone knows the cutoff is ten before you're a Real Biker. Or do you have to ride in blowing snow on The Dragon?

This is all so confusing.