About three days after we bought the Gold Wing, I equipped myself with "leathers": my fringed coat, chaps, and gloves. Cliff bought gloves, and said he'd get by with a rather dressy leather coat he's had for a few years.
On our cooler rides, he had a problem with wind blowing up his pant-legs, and he admitted his legs got pretty chilly. I told him my chaps protected me quite well.
Last Saturday I finally pursuaded him to buy chaps, and a real motorcycle jacket. Being the miserable weekend that it was, we hadn't had a chance for him to try them out.
This morning around ten when it was 42 degrees, I said, "Are we going riding?"
"If we are, we'd better get cracking," answered Cliff. "We'll need to be back by one o'clock for me to get ready for work."
Away we went. We hadn't gone three miles before I realized I should have worn the helmet with the full face shield; do you know what sort of wind chill you get at 42 degrees and 60 miles per hour? Cliff offered to go back and get the other helmet, but I used the scarf wrapped around my neck to cover the lower part of my face. That worked.
There's a Honda Dealer twenty-five miles from here, and that was our first stop. Cliff had them order an owner's manual for our bike, since none came with it. I rather gloatingly mentioned that I hadn't seen any other motorcycles on the road. "Must be a bunch of pansies," I said, shivering.
We rode on to Independence, to the Hub Cycle Shop, and bought a piece for the intercom so Cliff and I can converse better as we ride, or listen to the radio through speakers in our helmets. By this time a few brave souls were out and about on their motorcycles, so I stopped gloating. Of course it had warmed up a couple of degrees by then.
When we got back home at 12:45 P.M., it was forty-seven degrees.
Honestly, I wasn't all that cold for the amount of riding we did. If I were going to be riding all day in those temperatures, I think I'd add some layers under the leather, but for a short ride I was fine.
Cliff admits he's glad he spent the money to buy chaps and a real motorcycle jacket. He was much warmer.
We're having fun.