Wasting away again in Margaritaville

It’s getting to be heated vest weather once again in Silicon Valley.

This’ll be my first full season with the heated vest, and I’m loving it already. Between the heated grips, the hand guards, the vest, and the Kilimanjaro jacket: winter, bring it on! Booooya.

I rode home from work last night in the November 5:30pm darkness; it was about 50 degrees and misting ever so slightly. Rush hour traffic was backed up, moving just fast enough that I wasn’t comfortable lane splitting. So I did the only thing I could do, really: crank up the heated vest, switch to Jimmy Buffet’s Feeding Frenzy on the iPod, and sing along.