fleece lined pants that is...
okay northern dwelling animals have been enjoying the comfort of wool for
many centuries... so being a smarter than the average bear I acquired some
winter wear a few years back and normally subject myself to outdoor
activities such as pulling kids on sleds around or shoveling snow from
neighborhood driveways, with an occasional pull teenager out of ditch mixed
in for fun... so this season I decided to give the old 2 stroke too tired to
stand up bike a try, sweet baby did not like the idea of being dragged out
on a cold winters day, but after what seemed like 5 minutes the idle began
to return and the mid range sounded growly instead of like a 6 pack a day
waffle house waitress 1st thing in the morning.... the white fluffy stuff
<some call snow> was ranging from 3-12 inches in most places hiding a
mixture of ice, grass, mud slushy & winter wheat.....oh yes don't for get
slick rocks/logs & pine needles back by the creek... so after a warm up
session I seem to get the hang of shifting into 2nd gear without washing out
the front.... so this is what tight rope walkers do for practice in the off
season.... the event required more balance than this spode with inner ear
damage could muster... I fell and for the 1st time I took a bit longer to
roll and come up standing... I fell on the right side and was instinctively
guarding my surgery knee and just fell directly on it... preparing for a
wave of pain but none came... it was more of an oozing feeling of cold chill
slowly branching out from the knee toward the thigh & shin... it was then
that I realized my knee had made a crater into a puddle and the chilling
feeling was the 33 degree water slushy mixture mixing it up with my fleece
lined pants........ arrrgh I blustered up my best pirate stance <peg leg,
with one eye open> since my goggle were 1/2 filled with snow and check sweet
baby out, she was puttering to a stop and I grabbed the throttle a smidge
too late for a gentle recovery... no really I pawed the bar like an angry
Kodiak bear in heat and the rear tire sprang to life showering my other leg
with a dose of jamoacha shake like muck this drew a different reaction as my
brain re-engaged to my throttle hand and I fell over backwards diagonally
across the rows...(no chiropractor needed now that all my lumbers are gently
put back into perfect alignment with my demented brain. sweet baby though it
was nap time and snored a little before turning off <hey if he's laying down
on the job so should I> next I rolled over and did a push up to get my self
back up... I should have check the alignment of gloves to sleeves prior to
this and mashed a bit of the white fluffy into the left sleeve.. this is
war.... the enemy does not try to kill you when the sun is gently shining
and the time is convenient.. it lurks until you are at your weakest then
tries your metal.... my metal was rusty yet still useful enough to upright
the bike fire it up and get under way sense of humor still intact....
perhaps I should have headed back to the barn, or the kitchen for hot coco,
but I figured if pioneers could make it over the Rockies in a wagon, dang
nabbit I could have a little romp in the snow... this time I place my
sizable rear-end closer to the rear of the seat and floated the frontend
like the sand dunes in Indiana... this was marginally better and the wet
parts were not feeling any pain, well I suppose they were numb, anyhow I
went into the forest to check the lines and look for any windfall.... there
is a fresh tree across the lower entrance to the creek and one on the ridge
perpendicular to the trail head, but nothing really requiring a chain saw or
big tractors... I'll snow shoe out later with the axe & block & tackle...
life is good, and by now the right knee is good & frozen I notice that
fleece lined pants do absorb quite a bit more than jeans or carharts
alone... that sucker was getting heavy and I headed home... like a dad can
only do I undressed in the garage and walked in to kitchen in my boxers
scratching my chest as the girls covered there eyes and screamed "OH, I'm
blinded by the massive whiteness, eeeaakkkk" I hit the lever on the coffee
maker and it spit out a cup of jo', too much for my kids to bear I heard
them giggling off to the basement as I went to the showers mug in hand
content that I was not born in the age of the covered wagon...
john
indoor plumbing is a very good thing indeed
> fleece lined pants that is...
> okay northern dwelling animals have been enjoying the comfort of wool for
> many centuries... so being a smarter than the average bear I acquired some
> winter wear a few years back and normally subject myself to outdoor
> activities such as pulling kids on sleds around or shoveling snow from
> neighborhood driveways, with an occasional pull teenager out of ditch
> mixed in for fun... so this season I decided to give the old 2 stroke too
> tired to stand up bike a try, sweet baby did not like the idea of being
> dragged out on a cold winters day, but after what seemed like 5 minutes
> the idle began to return and the mid range sounded growly instead of like
> a 6 pack a day waffle house waitress 1st thing in the morning.... the
> white fluffy stuff <some call snow> was ranging from 3-12 inches in most
> places hiding a mixture of ice, grass, mud slushy & winter wheat.....oh
> yes don't for get slick rocks/logs & pine needles back by the creek... so
> after a warm up session I seem to get the hang of shifting into 2nd gear
> without washing out the front.... so this is what tight rope walkers do
> for practice in the off season.... the event required more balance than
> this spode with inner ear damage could muster... I fell and for the 1st
> time I took a bit longer to roll and come up standing... I fell on the
> right side and was instinctively guarding my surgery knee and just fell
> directly on it... preparing for a wave of pain but none came... it was
> more of an oozing feeling of cold chill slowly branching out from the knee
> toward the thigh & shin... it was then that I realized my knee had made a
> crater into a puddle and the chilling feeling was the 33 degree water
> slushy mixture mixing it up with my fleece lined pants........ arrrgh I
> blustered up my best pirate stance <peg leg, with one eye open> since my
> goggle were 1/2 filled with snow and check sweet baby out, she was
> puttering to a stop and I grabbed the throttle a smidge too late for a
> gentle recovery... no really I pawed the bar like an angry Kodiak bear in
> heat and the rear tire sprang to life showering my other leg with a dose
> of jamoacha shake like muck this drew a different reaction as my brain
> re-engaged to my throttle hand and I fell over backwards diagonally across
> the rows...(no chiropractor needed now that all my lumbers are gently put
> back into perfect alignment with my demented brain. sweet baby though it
> was nap time and snored a little before turning off <hey if he's laying
> down on the job so should I> next I rolled over and did a push up to get
> my self back up... I should have check the alignment of gloves to sleeves
> prior to this and mashed a bit of the white fluffy into the left sleeve..
> this is war.... the enemy does not try to kill you when the sun is gently
> shining and the time is convenient.. it lurks until you are at your
> weakest then tries your metal.... my metal was rusty yet still useful
> enough to upright the bike fire it up and get under way sense of humor
> still intact.... perhaps I should have headed back to the barn, or the
> kitchen for hot coco, but I figured if pioneers could make it over the
> Rockies in a wagon, dang nabbit I could have a little romp in the snow...
> this time I place my sizable rear-end closer to the rear of the seat and
> floated the frontend like the sand dunes in Indiana... this was marginally
> better and the wet parts were not feeling any pain, well I suppose they
> were numb, anyhow I went into the forest to check the lines and look for
> any windfall.... there is a fresh tree across the lower entrance to the
> creek and one on the ridge perpendicular to the trail head, but nothing
> really requiring a chain saw or big tractors... I'll snow shoe out later
> with the axe & block & tackle... life is good, and by now the right knee
> is good & frozen I notice that fleece lined pants do absorb quite a bit
> more than jeans or carharts alone... that sucker was getting heavy and I
> headed home... like a dad can only do I undressed in the garage and walked
> in to kitchen in my boxers scratching my chest as the girls covered there
> eyes and screamed "OH, I'm blinded by the massive whiteness, eeeaakkkk" I
> hit the lever on the coffee maker and it spit out a cup of jo', too much
> for my kids to bear I heard them giggling off to the basement as I went to
> the showers mug in hand content that I was not born in the age of the
> covered wagon...
> john
> indoor plumbing is a very good thing indeed
>John.... Glad you had a nice day. (<:) ww
"WW" <ccc
> "john" <jo
>> fleece lined pants that is...
>> okay northern dwelling animals have been enjoying the comfort of wool for
>> hit the lever on the coffee maker and it spit out a cup of jo', too much
>> for my kids to bear I heard them giggling off to the basement as I went
>> to the showers mug in hand content that I was not born in the age of the
>> covered wagon...
>> john
>> indoor plumbing is a very good thing indeed
>John.... Glad you had a nice day. (<:) ww
yep, was fun to remember you're alive.
john
"any day you can get up & wipe your own butt is a good day.."
<quote from my wife who worked critical care many years>
"WW" <ccc
>> "WW" <ccc
>>> "john" <jo
>>>> fleece lined pants that is...
>>>> okay northern dwelling animals have been enjoying the comfort of wool
>>>> for
>>
>>>> hit the lever on the coffee maker and it spit out a cup of jo', too
>>>> much for my kids to bear I heard them giggling off to the basement as I
>>>> went to the showers mug in hand content that I was not born in the age
>>>> of the covered wagon...
>>>> john
>>>> indoor plumbing is a very good thing indeed
>>>John.... Glad you had a nice day. (<:) ww
>>
>> yep, was fun to remember you're alive.
>> john
>> "any day you can get up & wipe your own butt is a good day.."
>> <quote from my wife who worked critical care many years>
>>John....My wife was raised on a Kansas farm. She was in college before
>>electric power was available to the farm. Nothing is worse than an
>>outhouse in the winter and pumping water. WW
Warren:
Wow, now that is a women who has seen
some big changes.
Pumping water is fine for a week or two.. but more
than that and I'm rigging up a windmill...or getting the
kids to chop wood & haul water.
john
yep I'm a softie, I like warm house & indoor plumbing.
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> okay northern dwelling animals have been enjoying the comfort of wool for
> many centuries... so being a smarter than the average bear I acquired some
> winter wear a few years back and normally subject myself to outdoor
> activities such as pulling kids on sleds around or shoveling snow from
> neighborhood driveways, with an occasional pull teenager out of ditch
> mixed in for fun... so this season I decided to give the old 2 stroke too
> tired to stand up bike a try, sweet baby did not like the idea of being
> dragged out on a cold winters day, but after what seemed like 5 minutes
> the idle began to return and the mid range sounded growly instead of like
> a 6 pack a day waffle house waitress 1st thing in the morning.... the
> white fluffy stuff <some call snow> was ranging from 3-12 inches in most
> places hiding a mixture of ice, grass, mud slushy & winter wheat.....oh
> yes don't for get slick rocks/logs & pine needles back by the creek... so
> after a warm up session I seem to get the hang of shifting into 2nd gear
> without washing out the front.... so this is what tight rope walkers do
> for practice in the off season.... the event required more balance than
> this spode with inner ear damage could muster... I fell and for the 1st
> time I took a bit longer to roll and come up standing... I fell on the
> right side and was instinctively guarding my surgery knee and just fell
> directly on it... preparing for a wave of pain but none came... it was
> more of an oozing feeling of cold chill slowly branching out from the knee
> toward the thigh & shin... it was then that I realized my knee had made a
> crater into a puddle and the chilling feeling was the 33 degree water
> slushy mixture mixing it up with my fleece lined pants........ arrrgh I
> blustered up my best pirate stance <peg leg, with one eye open> since my
> goggle were 1/2 filled with snow and check sweet baby out, she was
> puttering to a stop and I grabbed the throttle a smidge too late for a
> gentle recovery... no really I pawed the bar like an angry Kodiak bear in
> heat and the rear tire sprang to life showering my other leg with a dose
> of jamoacha shake like muck this drew a different reaction as my brain
> re-engaged to my throttle hand and I fell over backwards diagonally across
> the rows...(no chiropractor needed now that all my lumbers are gently put
> back into perfect alignment with my demented brain. sweet baby though it
> was nap time and snored a little before turning off <hey if he's laying
> down on the job so should I> next I rolled over and did a push up to get
> my self back up... I should have check the alignment of gloves to sleeves
> prior to this and mashed a bit of the white fluffy into the left sleeve..
> this is war.... the enemy does not try to kill you when the sun is gently
> shining and the time is convenient.. it lurks until you are at your
> weakest then tries your metal.... my metal was rusty yet still useful
> enough to upright the bike fire it up and get under way sense of humor
> still intact.... perhaps I should have headed back to the barn, or the
> kitchen for hot coco, but I figured if pioneers could make it over the
> Rockies in a wagon, dang nabbit I could have a little romp in the snow...
> this time I place my sizable rear-end closer to the rear of the seat and
> floated the frontend like the sand dunes in Indiana... this was marginally
> better and the wet parts were not feeling any pain, well I suppose they
> were numb, anyhow I went into the forest to check the lines and look for
> any windfall.... there is a fresh tree across the lower entrance to the
> creek and one on the ridge perpendicular to the trail head, but nothing
> really requiring a chain saw or big tractors... I'll snow shoe out later
> with the axe & block & tackle... life is good, and by now the right knee
> is good & frozen I notice that fleece lined pants do absorb quite a bit
> more than jeans or carharts alone... that sucker was getting heavy and I
> headed home... like a dad can only do I undressed in the garage and walked
> in to kitchen in my boxers scratching my chest as the girls covered there
> eyes and screamed "OH, I'm blinded by the massive whiteness, eeeaakkkk" I
> hit the lever on the coffee maker and it spit out a cup of jo', too much
> for my kids to bear I heard them giggling off to the basement as I went to
> the showers mug in hand content that I was not born in the age of the
> covered wagon...
> john
> indoor plumbing is a very good thing indeed
>John.... Glad you had a nice day. (<:) ww