The warm weather on Thursday fooled me into thinking it would be warm on Friday too. Nope, high of 44°! I made another attempt to ride around Donaldson Center again. This time I made it all the way without the bike dying. As I passed the golf course, I saw two of the guys from work that had left earlier to go play golf. I waved to them as I went by. They were right by the road so I turned around to say hi. I pulled up by them just of the rode and they were looking at me like I was crazy. After a couple of seconds, I realized I didn't know these guys. No wonder they thought I was nuts. I left feeling like an idiot.
When I left work to go home at 8:30, the temp had dropped to about 30°. When I tried to start the bike, it made a very weird noise, kind of like a goat screaming. Something I've never actually heard. I tried using the kickstart, thinking there was something wrong with the starter, but it still did it. I put it into gear and pushed it a little ways thinking the clutch may be stuck. I tried to start it again and it made the sound one more time and then it started. I let it warm up for about 2 minutes while I got cold. I don't really know what was wrong, but at least it started.
I rode home and decided that I needed some new gloves and some riding boots because my wrists and ankles were getting very cold. About half way home I noticed one of my front blinkers looked a little funny when I turned it on. I stopped at the next intersection and found that one of the turn signal lens screws had fallen out and the lens was hanging on for dear life. I couldn't feel my fingers so I decided it would just have to hang on until I got home.