I was the coldest I have ever been last weekend.
I was going to see my dad when both of us suddenly decided to take her motorcycle up into the mountains.
You see, I live on the west coast plus winters are not undoubtedly chilly out here…unless you go up in the mountains. There turned out to be snow up in the mountain plus I was chilly cold, and my jacket did little to keep me sizzling plus my jeans did even less. Don’t even get me started on my hands plus face. My dad was just as chilly so both of us decided to stop at a eating establishment for a bite to eat plus to sizzling up before heading back out. The eating establishment was a lifesaver. The hour both of us walked through the door both of us were greeted with a blast of sizzling air. Not only did they apapple to have excellent central heating, they also had a roaring fireplace going in the living room. We asked to be seated as close to the fireplace as possible. I hardly remember what I ordered but I ate as slowly as possible. My dad did the same. Neither one of us wanted to go back out into the snow on the motorcycle. I ordered dessert than my dad ordered coffee. We did what both of us could to linger in the warmth; Eventually both of us had to leave though. The ride beach condo was just as chilly as the ride there. When both of us got beach condo both of us cranked up my dad’s heating system as high as it would go plus tried to thaw out once again.