On Thanksgiving Day this year I rode over 300 miles to Cleveland on my VStar motorcycle to visit my sister. The picture at the left was taken upon my arrival at Crocker Park in the evening.
Heading out at 10:30 in the morning it was about 50 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny, a beautiful day for a ride. I decided not to put the windshield on the bike as it reduces my ability to control airflow with layers of clothing and is too hot with my winter gear on at those temperatures.
As I proceeded up the mountain approaching Phillipsburg I was wondering if I should have installed the windshield, as a combination of clouds and cool damp air required a stop to don warmer gloves. The weather at this point reminded me of conditions before a snowstorm. At the top of the mountain past Clearfield it was near 30 degrees and I needed to add every piece of warm gear I had. By the time I reached Clarion I was wondering if I was going to make it in one day as I had to stop a couple times to warm up my hands even with all the gear on. Fortunately the 950cc engine doubles as a convenient hand warmer when stopped.
This dreary trip became brighter as I headed west, reaching Brookville it had warmed up considerably but I kept my warmer gear on as I predicted I would need it for the part of the trip where a ride on 80 is necessary. When I hit 80 at Corsica I needed sunglasses as the sun finally broke through the clouds. Interstate 80 was tiring at first, hanging on to the bike at 65 for miles with no windshield, but after a stop at the rest area and a quick calorie ingestion, the rest of the ride on 80 to the Ohio border was no problem. By the time I made it to the Flying J in Ohio which is a favorite stop on the way out, there was no doubt I would make it. In fact, I was too warm in my gear and had to start removing items; it was clear by this point I made the right decision not bringing the windshield.
By now I was seeking a relaxing destination for food, Sheetz having been my destination of choice most of the day. Being Thanksgiving day however, location after location was closed. A stop in Solon, wandering around the area looking for a dining locale and finding nothing open, I decided to just proceed to Westlake and meet up with my sister. When I arrived she wasn't home, so I cruised over to Crocker Park and their convenient rest facilities to find a beautiful holiday wonderland. Eventually my sister arrived bearing a plate of delicious food and my Thanksgiving was complete at last with turkey and fixings.