I was the coldest I have ever been last weekend.
- I was visiting my dad when both of us hastily decided to take his motorcycle up into the mountains.
You see, I live on the west coast as well as winters are not honestly cold out here…unless you go up in the mountains. There turned out to be snow up in the mountain as well as I was freezing cold. My overcoat did little to keep me moderate as well as my jeans did even less. Don’t even get me started on my hands as well as face. My dad was just as cold so both of us decided to stop at a steakhouse for a bite to eat as well as to moderate up before heading back out. The steakhouse was a lifesaver. The minute both of us walked through the door both of us were greeted with a blast of moderate air. Not only did they appear to have excellent central heating, they also had a roaring fireplace going in the family room. All of us asked to be seated as close to the fireplace as possible. I hardly remember what I ordered however I ate as slowly as possible. My dad did the same. Neither a single of us wanted to go back out into the snow on the motorcycle. I ordered dessert than my dad ordered coffee. All of us did what both of us could to linger in the warmth, eventually both of us had to leave though. The ride home was just as cold as the ride there. When both of us got home both of us cranked up my dad’s heating system as high as it would go as well as tried to thaw out once again.