These thoughts were inspired by a sight at the gas station in Cando. Gasing up next to one another were a set of snowmobilers in full snow gear and a pair of bikers in full leather gear. It was the meeting of the seasons: winter and summer...a.k.a. spring.
I have my own version of this strange meeting, this odd juxtaposition that takes place for about one week every spring. Come mid-March, each morning as I pick out my clothes it's the "Can I pull off the turtleneck for one more day?" question. And I get my answer the first time I see someone debut their flip flops (and a legitimate flip flop debut - the people who wear them out of season don't count. I don't care if they have sherpa lining). That fuddy duddy feeling of being over dressed for the weather cures me of my need to wear turtlenecks for about 7 to 8 months. I haven't seen a flip flop debut yet, but I have a feeling it's on the way.
I wonder if snowmobilers feel fuddy duddy when they see motorcycles?