I thought today was going to be a snotty twisty road day. I thought I'd be riding with beemer guys, but I ended up with a flock of Ducs and a Mille. Go figure.
News flash of the day:!:!: People are flakey! Omigod! Who'd've thunk it?
The short version:
The highlight of my day was Mr. Hardcore telling me I throw my bike into corners like a man. I told him, I AM a man, and he said he'd always had his suspicions.
(hmm, does this mean I throw the bike like IT was a man, or I throw the bike like I am a man? I guess I should have clarified that.)