
This is my scooter, Jack Bandit. He is spectacular in many ways. And today was his first trip to work from Newberg. I felt today would be a good day to break him from his winter slump. I woke up, it was sunny, and the weather is supposed to get up to 64 today; all signs pointed to yes.
My fingers however point to no. That is, they would if the pain would go away. They feel like I just slammed them all in the trunk of a car. They hurt so bad. It took 10 mintues to thaw the damn things out enough to type anything. I doesn't look that cold outside but turns out it's freaking 49 degrees and 'feels like' 42. Ugh! Too damn cold!