The New Hampshire winter started off pretty darn cold. December’s temperature never went above freezing, and the first snowfall is still on the ground, way at the bottom. Living in New England makes riding a motorcycle year-round a slightly unintelligent choice for transportation.
Last year I found myself on one of New Hampshire’s scenic byways right before a freak snowstorm hit. I survived to tell about it, and even better, I had the GoPro running. You think I would’ve learned my lesson.
A few weeks ago I got a call from a magazine wanting to run a feature story on my million-mile journey. The editor wanted to set up a date for me to meet with a local photographer on my side of the country. The plan was to take photos in a Vermont studio for half a day, and then spend a few hours riding down the road, in my element, followed by a van of photographers with cameras. A ten-page story was a big deal and was sure to bring me much needed exposure.
We settled on a Wednesday shoot as I was leaving the following day to ride down to Orlando for a presentation. I watched the weather carefully, and besides the temperature being in the teens, the meteorologists never made any mention of snow. Which was great, because motorcycles are not supposed to be ridden in the snow.
It has become frightfully clear to me that all the data we are storing in the Cloud these days is wreaking havoc on our weather forecasters. On the day of the shoot, just a few hours into my ride to Burlington, it started to snow. It was freezing cold, and now it was slippery. I tried to get off the highway at one point, but the bike just slid sideways ...
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