When you ride a bike in the winter it doesn't matter how well you bundle up, because when you arrive at your destination all of your extremities will have frostbite and all of your not-extremities will be very hot and sweating. It's really dumb.
I could enjoy the weather so much more if I could get that lawn ornament running ('68 Buick Special Deluxe!), but alas I have hit a few speedbumps and run out of funds (yet again).
You don't happen to know anyone with an old Rochester carburetor, do you?
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