My first car was before I had a garage and in winter the windscreen used to ice up on the inside. The heater didn't work so you had to scrape the window clear, wear 5 layers of clothes and try and avoid breathing, as that would instantly steam the window up which would freeze again on contact.
For comedy value...
After the spell of riding out to events with his clubmates and kipping in a nearby field the night before, my dear old papa used to ride out to TTs on his Lambretta with my mum on the back as she was on marshaling duty. She had a mini beehive (don't know how she got the crash helmet on top, my Dad just wore a beret - honest I've seen the photos), and his bike was strapped to the sissy bar at the back.
There Kasper, just because you have a scooter it doesn't stop you getting out to events.