Wednesday, October 19, 2005
I've been cold waiting for the bus many times but the coldest I remember being is when a friend and me were on a motorcycle trip down to Boston. On the way back through New Hampshire we were up in the mountains and caought in a horrible rain storm, there was no where to stop and we had to keep going anyway and we wrapped every piece of dirty clothing we had on us and around us. It felt like 1ce pellets were being whipped at us at 100 miles an hour and it was freeeezing. When we finally I got to stop at a friends overnight I think we shivered for a day. I'll never forget how cold I was then.