My idiot rating increases again.

Couldn’t find my gloves, couldn’t be bothered to search, rode without them - on icy rutted paths deep into the forest.

Sure enough, an hour into the ride I was standing there with grazed palms, picking grit out of the heel of my hand with my teeth.

Wear your gloves, folks, you know it makes sense.

We don’t need to. We don’t fall.

Even better.:smiley: