Arizona and snowstorms don’t quite compute in my brain. But gliding through Oak Creek Canyon, between Flagstaff and Sedona, it’s definitely snow that I am wiping off my visor. Thick white flakes drape the entire windscreen on my BMW R1200RT, as our press ride charges through a brief blizzard. By all rights, I should be freezing, confirmed by the ambient air temperature reading on the Beemer’s dash. Instead I’m actually turning down the heated grips to an intermediate setting, because concealed behind the RT’s fairing and adjustable windscreen, I am as cozy as can be.
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