Past Two and Real Cold

This will be a quick story that will probably only be funny to those who actually ride. There were three of us that had closed the bar down. It was a little past two a.m. It was cold. I mean it was real cold... somewhere below freezing. Rootman was riding a Honda 750 that night. I was on my pan. I can't remember who was with me but I think they were on a shovel. We hadn't even tried to kick the Harleys and their semi-frozen 50 weight to life. We were just sort of jumping around with our hands in our jacket pockets trying to warm ourselves up first. Root had the luxury of the button kicker ( electric starter ) so he fired the Honda up. As cold as it was the bike revved up high. Root straddled the Honda, kicked up the side stand and got ready to take off. It seemed that as soon as he dropped the bike into first gear the thing shot off like a rocket still revved up high. It hopped off the curb and went straight across two traffic lanes. It was a good thing that it was so late because there were no cars. The bike hit the median on the other side and it and Root went over the front wheel. Root was so bundled up that he just rolled. We weren't worried about him. He had on so many layers that he was thicker than a hibernating bear. The whole thing happened so quickly that it was over before we had a chance to react... so we just stood there and laughed until the tears froze on our faces. We got Root up and on his way. All that laughing warmed us up a bit so we got started kicking. I don't recall how many kicks it took to get the pan going but I do remember chuckling to myself as I tried to huddle into my jacket on the way home. Hell yeah it was cold but I wouldn't have missed that night.