Salt, cold hands and cooked breakfasts

Not sure what I was thinking of but I planned to blow the cobwebs off the STR. Sun was out so it could not be that cold, right?

Wrong, frekkin freezing.

My hands stopped working in about 10 minutes so I called in at the Ponderosa Cafe on the Horse Shoe Pass for a full English and then the short ride home with my tail between my legs. Hope the other two are a bit more resilient than this fair weather rider.