Two past times I really enjoy are putting miles on my motorcycles and smoking cigars.  I find therapy in both events.  I'll tell you, when I first started enjoying both of these pasttimes there wasn't much that could keep me from getting out in any kind of weather to enjoy a cigar or a few miles on my Harley.

 I got my Harley Sporster in December of 99.  I'll tell you I rode through that winter with a smile on my face.  Granted commuting to work a few times, I'd take pleasure in following a mini-van, they're good windbreakers.  I never thought much about the weather back then.  I have a few memories of getting caught in the rain wearing a half-shell and sunglasses.  It's amazing how rain drops can find their way behind your glasses.  The sensation is akin to getting a tattoo on your face. 

Over the years, I've stopped subjecting myself to riding in inclement weather which included setting threshholds of cold.  Riding in 20 degrees became 30 degrees, became 50 degrees to I don't think I've been on my bike this winter season.  It's started to zap the life out of me.  I think partially the guys I used to ride with have since moved away or do not ride through the cold anymore.

 The point is, I tend not to get on my bike unless I know or think I'll enjoy the ride.  Has the therapy ended for me?  I used to reflect that the day may have started crappy, but 10 minutes on my bike would reset my psyche and put a smile on my face.  My sweet spot for riding now is probably 65-80 degrees where I can get away with a light jacket or leather with the vents open.

 My journey with cigars has followed a similar trend to my riding days.  I sit here reflecting today, on a day that's probably 20 degrees in Atlanta that I'm a bit bummed that I can't go outside and enjoy a cigar.  I most definately could sit outside and smoke a cigar, but I would lose a lot of the experience to the cold.

At least I have options for a few indoor lounges, but I feel remiss when I find myself at home late in the evening wanting to end the day with a good smoke.  Winter has set in.  I can't wait for Spring!