I admire the dog's thinking, I was just like that for 25 years. He's right, of course, a real man toughs it out. But after one particular ride (28 hrs nonstop, 22 in the pouring rain, 55 degrees, leather jacket only) my potatoes shriveled up and I bacame a hollow shell of my once tough as nails self, and have been mostly riding behind a smallish police style shield ever since. (Oh the shame, the shame of it! AU
GGGGGGG!) Ride on, dog, ride on!
