sparkysakitas said:
but its a fair trade off to being able to ride 365 days a year with just normal riding gear :nener:
I spent a considerable amount of time down yonder when I was yonger and just could never get to the point that I could tolerate the summer heat and humidity.. Just couldnt hack it..
Couldnt breath....
As a payback for all the times that YZman has hyjacked my threads I am going to do the same to him and tell you guys a short Woodsy tale...
Back in the late 60's I had a buddy who had a brother stationed at Eglin Air Base in Fort Walton Beach (Pensacola) down there.. Dan (my bud) and I jumped in my 67 Cougar/289 3 speed with Cragars and L-60s,, cool car.. Anyway,, we syphoned gas from county road trucks along the way (DUMB KIDS!!) and drove straight thru from Michigan and got there in 21 hours... Dans brother was a staff sargent with lots of connections,,, those guys hid us on base for almost three months and we had a BLAST!! I left my mom a note on her kitchen table written on a paper plate that read "Mom, went to Florida,, be back soon,, Scott",, she still has it to this day..
THe only negative part of the whole trip (thankfully we didnt get busted for stealing gas or I would still be in prison probably..) was I was at that tender young age of pimples and I soon found out something really strange about heat and pimples.. About the third day down there I noticed these strange scabs starting to appear on my face.. Everyday these things got a little bigger.. They started out just tiny, about the size of the led of a pencil.. At the end of the first month they were dime size and there were probably 15 of them.. Now,,, I am not a real gorgeous person anyway but I have always been a ladies man so I am not that ugly... I was in the prime of my life back then and chasing skirt was seconded only to biking and these facial scabs were really starting to cause me problems.. Those tanned ladies down there would purposely go the other way when they looked at my mug so it was a huge problem...
About one week before we were going to head home we found a steal of deal on a Benson Heli-Copter - 900 bucks - we couldnt pass it up so we bought it and started breaking it down to haul it home (picture 14 foot rotor blades strapped to the top of a 67 Cougar and you guys will know that I havent changed much over the years,,,,,, I stopped stealing gas once I discovered that work didnt hurt that bad but I NEVER did stop doing stuff like buying a heli-copter on the spur of the moment...
Anyway,, during the process of dismantling the chopper I got scrapped on the face by a piece of aluminum and tore one of the scabs almost all the way off.. Low and behold,, under neath the scab was this tiny little pin hole in my skin that was probably a zit at one time, that for some reason kept seeping the stuff that our bodies seep to make scabs,,, it just never stopped seeping for some reason... I seen that I started pulling 3/4 inch diameter scabs off my face and under each one was a tiny little hole no bigger then the prick of needle... I spent my whole time down there wearing those ugly scabs and missed MANY chances to,,,,,,,, talk to the girls,,, because of it arrrrrgggggggggggg.......
By the way,,, we flew the chopper one time and crashed it - twisted the nose of it almost all the way around to the rear.... It was an interesting flight.... My buddy Dan went on to get his pilot license years later and got into crop dusting.. He had a terrible accident while taking off in his duster fully loaded with chems, snagged his wheels on some tree tops and it pulled him down and killed him.... I still miss his companionship,, great guy that was always willing to try anything at any time,,, my kinda bro....
Sorry for stealing your thread YZman,,, NOT REALLY :)
Woodsy