And . . .
There is nothing like a forecast of 0% chance of rain to fill up the motorcycle parking area. By the way, I was the only non-cruiser.
Off topic. One of the things I like about being grown up* is eating a whole can of black olives without my mother making a comment about me taking on the attributes of another mammal, one with a flat nose and and curly tail. Oh, and I mixed them with some brussel sprouts just to totally gross out Heather who can't stand either. :^)
- 62F with sun for the ride to work.
- 75F with a few clouds for the home ride.
*I suspect whether I'm all grown up might be debated by some.