Last year, my first winter in VA, we had uncharacteristically cold and snowy weather. I had put the Harley into storage in New Hampshire (at the dealership where it had been stored the past 10 winters) with the idea of getting it out once we had arrived in VA and gotten the move sorted, etc. It was shipped down in April once the snow was long gone and I enjoyed a longer riding season over the summer.
Riding in VA is different than New England. There were days in July and August where I took the Harley to work and the ride home was darn near unpleasant - 90 degree weather and stop-and-go traffic on an air-cooled motorcycle is a recipe for burnt thighs. But the season starts much earlier and ends later - or, as I've found out this month, doesn't really end at all.
New Year's Day I got together with a co-worker who rides for a New Year's blast through north-central VA. We put about 50 - 60 miles on the clock in ~ 35º weather before the extremities started squawking. And this past weekend, after a hectic week at SHOT Show, I looked at the thermometer, figured it was warm enough for a ride, and put a couple dozen miles on around the block (I didn't go that far because the roads were wet and had sand and salt in spots; Mrs. G. didn't raise any dummies).
Even if I don't get out until spring, that's mid-March, meaning the season only ends for three months (really more like two and half). Considering that up in MA the season really didn't start until mid-April, and ended at the end of October, this is a welcome change. While it might be too hot to ride sitting in traffic, on weekends and on less-traveled roads, it really never gets too hot to ride - and I invested in a good "warm weather" jacket so I'm always covered.
There's an awful lot to like about living in Free American, South...
That is all.