guitargeek

I went back to Draper the other day, had a great ride. It was about 75 degrees and there were hardly any cars on the road around the lake. I saw probably half a dozen other bikes there, everybody trying to get a little lean time before Indian Summer ran out.

As soon as the sun dropped below the horizon, the temperature fell sharply and I was glad I'd dressed in layers. A twenty minute blast through the crazy rush hour traffic on the highway and I was home again, talking shit on the internet.