While you guys pack for Grattan...
...I pack for our move next month. Ugh. This sucks.
I'm living amidst a sea of carboard boxes both empty and full, and an obstacle course of rolled bubble wrap and sundry packing material.
I'm jonesing badly for some "real" riding and wish I could have gone with my buddies to the Hoot again. Turns out, their trip was spoiled. I just got word that my replacement for the trip, a friend of theirs on a new Speed Triple, low-sided at about 45 mph on the first day. I speculate he got into the paint and lost the front end, but I have precious few details - I can only say that's what it sounds like. The bike dug in and flipped onto its other side and, sadly, is probably totalled. Good news: the rider suffered only a little strawberry on a knee and a dislocated shoulder ... he will mend nicely.
Grattan. I wish to beat hell I could come with you guys/gals. I'm excited for everyone as I read the various countdown posts. Don't tell too many pipe jokes, drink a few cold ones for me, and bring back lotsa pics. It's gonna be toward the end of the riding season before I can get out on any meaningful stretches of road (or track for that matter), so I live vicariously through you all.