Impromptu ride

Big Bear.  Twilight.  Brisk air...a cold breeze blows through the trees.  An owl hoots, squirrels scamper.  The scene opens up on Highway 330, a road that circles the mountain.  All is still, tranquil.  Just then...a rumbling of engines is heard coming around the corner.  Two motorcycles out for an evening run.  But something is not right.  On closer look the riders aren't smiling.  Instead they are shivering, no, trembling in fact.  Their faces are frozen, fingertips have numbed, they can no longer feel their toes.  What are they wearing??  Heavy leather jackets??  Layered clothing??  Thermals??  No, of course not.  They are wearing nothing more than light-weight hoodies.  How did the riders end up in this unfortunate quandary?

   
An hour before...the excitement was frenzied.  An impromptu ride, Abe and Rowe were anxious to get on the road, the mountains calling.  "Should we layer up?  Nah, it'll be fine.  Let's just go!."  Bikes hummed happily as they started up the mountain.  With each rising foot of altitude though, their mood slowly dampened, and the coldness began to sink in.  Too late to turn back, but only halfway to their cabin, "What the heck were we thinking!", they lamented.  Thankfully for these witless riders, they made it safely.  Practically ice in the veins, though, it took them several hours by the fire to thaw out. 

aHbe Racer's moto-inspired apparel has stylish form and a hint of function. But nothing matters if you are not prepared.  The rider will be warm if need be, granted layering precautions are taken.  Nonetheless, only God is the true source of warmth, the ultimate jacket, the supreme coat.  He protects us from the "elements", so we can journey, and not "freeze".  Before heading on an "impromptu ride" up a steep "mountain", layer up in His love, don't leave Him behind while the wheels are spinning...