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Out riding to work at 6am again.
Riding the '96 Orange again along my regular route.
Much cooler today (thankfully!) but it looks like I'll be getting a good soaking on my way home!
Went for a ride up to the old WW1 rifle range on the mountain. About a million years ago, my neighbor jumped this little cliff on his Ducati 90, trashing the rear wheel in the process. He then sold it to me for a bargain price, which I have no idea what it was now. That was my first motorcycle, think I was fifteen then.
Rolling up to the corner bakery, I noticed they still have a newspaper delivered, so I picked it up and threw it at their door for them...
This got me thinking, who gets the paper anymore?
I rolled by at least 300 houses on my way home and found two papers and the guy in his truck delivering the OC register.
The first thing out of his mouth was "nice bike"
I asked him if I could deliver the next one to the porch and he said sure.
It's been a long time, but a fun challenge to porch the paper
It's a torrential downpour here this week. I wanted to get slushies. But I'll sit here and be jealous of all you guys until the weekend comes and I can get some riding in.
My mom sent me these shots today. She's been teasing me about all the fancy shots I send her....so here are some ridiculous photos.She cracks me the hell up.
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