Out on a 200 mile ride on the first triple-digit (F) day. I was getting weary of the gusty cross winds so I decided to stop and get a bite. Just so happens that the place I stop at has about a dozen full dressed Harleys parked out front who were probably also tired of winds. Nice bunch of older guys and their gals with wind whipped hair, sun burns, t-shirts and white patches around their eyes. They tell me it's too damned hot, they're finished. I asked "Aren't you wearing your jackets?"
"Oh hell no!, we took them off at 10 this morning!"
I put on my Scorpion EXO coat, helmet, gloves and ride off to my destination, stay the night, do the return trip, 104 degrees in the shade and gusty. I come out of the store and two old fat dudes on Harleys are talking. One says, between heavy breaths, "Ya, they were up there at Arches (National Park) wearing full leathers, chaps, the works!"
The other says "In this heat? They must have been novices"
"Yeah, novices".
I just smile as I refreshingly put on my black helmet, black jacket and throw my leg over the saddle.
Moral of the story: You can't teach the stupid. Thanks for reading.

 

Its the age-old gear gap btwn cruisers & sport bike riders.

Would like to see some pics from your ride there, if you have any.

 

No sunburn is a nice plus for wearing your gear.


And also not leaving your skin all over the road if you go down.

 

Not a good picture, but here's my baby. Just turned 20,000 miles on the OD. On the right mirror, is a bracelet made of little carved bone skulls. I used them as symbols of my fallen ancestors. Morality is a good passenger.

 

^ Nice bike.

 

Darwinism is such a long slow process. How about those Bedouin people wearing layers of wool out in the hot windy Sahara? "But it's a dry heat!"

 

Thank you. The ol' Hurricane continually shows me her merits. Smooth as butter and fast as hell. (52 mpg on the hwy)