It takes not having perfect riding weather to make you truly miss it. We still ride in the freezing ass cold, but there's nothing like just being able to jump on your scoot and boogie without having to suit up for space travel. Not having to worry about anything except getting caught in a warm summer rain shower. Well, Saturday night was the coldest night of the year so far. Moon drinks the fuck out of energy drinks and asked Brandon if he wanted to go for a ride through the city. Brandon, being naturally as hyper as Moon without the use of artificial jump starts, gets way stoked on the idea. The rest of us see them start the kick ritual on their bikes and none of us were going to be the pussy that didn't go. Posse deep blasting through the city. As soon as we got to the first stop light from the Dojo, I wish that I would have been that pussy. In typical Moon fashion, all he was wearing was a flannel. It doesn't matter where you live or how used to the cold you are, 28 degrees with southern humidity in not awesome to ride in.