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When it's pouring rain and I show up at work all soaked (dry underneath, or course), everyone thinks I am nuts. Truth be told, I love riding in the rain. I don't know why. I'm weird, I guess.
The coldest morning I ever rode to work was -23C. Before I had the frozen throttle cable CB400. It was on my XT350, I think. Balaclava under the helmet. Full snowmobiling gloves. Long johns and rain pants for insulation. Visor cracked an inch open the whole way with frost still forming inside my visor. I was bloody cold, but the commute was only 8 km. I will never forget the guy in the car next to me at a traffic light laughing his head off.
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