Today I rode my bike across town to get some stuff done. I was nearly done with my task, and my stomach was feeling really shitty (Literally), and had to go sit on the pot twice, so I decided I better get the hell home quick before I actually get sick. So then I had to ride my wonderful SF with taught suspension across the damn pot-holed city streets in 95 F (temp read in the shade) baking sun. I felt like I was going to puke in my helmet, and I felt every bump on the way home (and it normally doesn't bother me). By the time I got home, 20 minutes later, my bike was still at only 5 bars on the heat guage, but it felt like it was a convection oven roasting me alive, with an extra hot warming plate under my ass, stewing my insides for good measure. I took off my thankfully non-puke filled helmet, and discovered that my entire head was drenched with sweat, then my liberally perforated white leather jacket, and it was just as wet. Thank God there wasn't a traffic jam as well, or I might not have made it home.
This is basically the one time in the last 2 1/2 years of owning my SF, that I have hated riding it. I should have driven the cage instead...Ugggh