I will shortly be heading home to start preliminary packing. The bike is about as done as it can get aside from a quick bath, but the luggage hasn't even begun to be organized. Riley's going to start moping when he realizes I'm packing. Poor pup. When I ask him if he's going to miss me, he gets this, 'wait, you're not leaving yet are you??' kind of desperate look.
Actually, it's been a little tough lately to touch my toes, not due to flexibility issues, but to my back acting out. It's recovered fairly well at this point, but I had to make two visits to Dr. Mike for adjustments to my lower back. The last time I went in, he asked about the trip and told me I was crazy (which has been confirmed numerous times), but then he went on to add that I was actually his hero in an odd sort of way :)
The quest for the perfect mesh jacket? Well, I found one that's going to be decent, but would be much more satisfactory if the sleeves were two inches longer. I'd even settle for one inch, actually. There were a sum total of four jackets within the city limits of Powdersville, Greenville and Taylors that I got to try on, and I got the best of the four for fit and quality, but the perfect jacket? It still eludes me.
IF (and that's a mega IF) the forecast for this weekend is accurate, I'm liable to be testing the whole 'you won't melt' theory that I keep hearing. Forty percent thunderstorms all the way to Birmingham, which is my 'it would be nice to get that far' stopping point on Friday night. We'll see how adrenaline and Atlanta traffic on the Friday before Memorial Day decide to treat me. I might decide to hole up around Commerce, GA.
Dude. I better make it farther than that!
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