Used to be hardcore as hell, I rode that Sporty through everything. Don't recall the exact numbers, but I used to suit up in Corcoran jump boots, something like seven layers of insulation in those things, thermal underwear, uniform, leather jacket under my BDU jacket, neoprene face mask, and Thinsulate gloves under J.C. Whitney battery powered mittens. With wind chill, it was 30 below riding from my off-base place to work in Korea. Used to have to knock the snotcicles off my nose when I got to work and peeled off the facemask.
Best one ever, though, was when it snowed, then melted down to slush, then froze and snowed again overnight. I was sitting the head position on a mission, so I *had* to be there. Early mission, so the buses weren't running yet, and most of the Korean taxi drivers as far out as I was said screw the snow. So I rode the Sporty in through about four inches of snow over a half inch of ice. Came to a bridge just before the base, had to turn left and slight uphill. Very slow turn, bike went down (thank God for highway pegs!). Got off, picked her up with the help of a couple Koreans that *were* driving their taxis that close to base, and inspected for damage. Clutch lever snapped in half, but I could still two-finger it. Then a helpful Korean tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my left rear turn signal... that he picked up outta the snow about ten feet back
Geez, thanks, buddy! Rode to base; roads were closed down because of the snow, but the gate guard just looked at me with his mouth hanging open and waved me through. Guess he figured if I knew what I was doing (and was crazy enough to ride that far), he wasn't gonna be the one to stop me!
Made it most of the way to work before the back tire started squirreling back and forth going up the hill to the bunker. Parked it and walked the rest of the way.
Guy at the entry control point looked at my badge, looked at my helmet... "You didn't."
"Yeah, I did."
"How far did you make it?"
"Officer's club."
"What the hell... are you that hardcore, or just insane?"
"Same thing, pretty much... now let me in, it's friggin cold out here!" hehe... buzzed me through the mantrap, and I immediately found the biggest monitor on the watch floor, and rested my hands on top of it until I could feel my fingers again! Yeah, flat screen monitors are nice and everything, but you just couldn't beat a huge CRT for putting out just the right heat for biker fingers!
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