A Texas-sized birthday

Actually, it's probably more appropriate to say a Texas-sized case of frostbite. It's the Texan's birthday today and to mark the occasion, we thought we'd take our scooters on a long ride out to Harper's Ferry, WVa. I'd been there years ago, thought it beautiful, and figured that 60 miles would be a nice long-ish but doable ride.

It would be...in the summer.

In the winter, not so much. We had to stop every so often because my fingers would numb up and my feet would be frozen. This is with mitts, gloves, jacket, coat, and balaclava, mind you. It got to the point to where it was all I could do to stay coherent enough not to fall off the scooter. Then we hit the Beltway at rush hour. I shut down at that point because all I wanted to do was lie down at the side of the road and sob.

It all got much, much better when we got our steaks from Ray's the Steaks (although we were half an hour late for our reservation because it took us 3 hours to get back from Harper's Ferry OH MY GOD IT WAS ONLY 60 MILES OH THE TRAFFIC). And now, a long hot shower awaits to finish the defrosting.

Oh, and happy birthday, Tex!