Unless you’re a regular Arctic explorer, or you take the T into Boston and then walk more than ten blocks from South Station in late January on the regular (kind of the same thing) you’ll never experience cold; that is, real, true, bone-chilling cold that gets right into your soul, like you will on a motorcycle. Sure, most of our rides are well-planned and on warm days. Sometimes, we’re caught unprepared or the weather takes an unexpected turn and there we are, on the road with that wind piercing us and chilling us right through to our very spine. Ever see your turn coming up, knowing you’ve got to pull in the bike’s clutch but just not being able to move your hand off the grip, you’re so cold? That’s adventure. When you still haven’t warmed back up two days later you’ll know you’re a real motorcyclist.