We had all dressed for Las Vegas weather- mid 80’s, I had only a t-shirt under my leather jacket that I didn’t zip up and Joe didn’t wear his chaps. Mark led us up into the Utah Mountains where temps must have been somewhere between “freeze your nuts off” and “colder than a witches tit” (I have no idea what that means either). Mark finally had a place to pull off the road into the town of Enterprise, where everyone bundled up with more layers- we all looked like Ralphie’s younger brother riding our motorcycles.
