I Dislike Winter

Feb 12, 2014 View Comments by

I Dislike WinterI am sorry. I tried to get through this season without my yearly rant against Mother Nature, but this year “mother” has been downright mean! Throughout this country we have been in a snowy deep freeze. If it isn’t snow, and 30 degree below zero weather, it’s ice, wind, sleet, and power outages—sometimes all in the one day. Why am I telling you? Chances are you too have been through the same meat grinder. Today it was 33 degrees in Orlando, FL! I bet Mickey is freezing off his fuzzy little ears. To make things stranger, it was warmer in Alaska than in Wisconsin today. There is something just wrong about that.

As a kid I loved winter; sledding, snow forts, ice-skating, and, lest we forget, snow ball fights. But as time wore on and the years piled up, snow “changed” into black ice, body damage (both yours and the car’s), snow shoveling, salting, snow blowing, frozen locks, dead batteries, and frost bite, to name a few. As kids these were our parents’ problems; only now we are the parents, and it’s our job. Once fun becomes a job, so go the good times.

I know there are winter sports, such as skiing and snowmobiling, but at 30 below, even these aren’t fun. It hit me the other day how many days a year we spend “winter bound,” wasting inside petting the cat. Each area is different, but I will use the Midwest as my model. After all, I have lived here long enough. Let’s say winter/non-riding weather starts in December and runs pretty much through the end of April, five months of hibernation. Multiply that by the average riding-lifetime of say 54 years (ages 16-70, or thereabouts) that’s something like 22 years! Call me “touchy” but that’s a big part of your life spent with cabin fever. Even though we pile on the miles in the good weather, I still envy those of you who live in a more temperate climate, with that ability to ride whenever you want—priceless.

I guess I am “stuck” here in the frozen tundra. And what sticks a person to one place? Jobs and money, and that big one, family. Now if I can just get my son to marry a Hawaiian girl…

Please enjoy this photo that reminds me of better weather. Ride on.

 

Want to receive free Touring Tips, reviews, deals and contests, and additional content? Sign up for your free newsletter now!

Tags: , , , , , , , , , Categories: Wayne's World

About the author

A Wisconsin farm boy, I learned how to ride a cow, before a horse and way before a motorcycle. I first started riding on my 16th birthday and I took my first real ride at my party: I pulled a wheelie and dug a trench in the lawn, which sent the bike in one direction and me in another. I was irrevocably hooked!