Yeah, this is yet another photo of my motorcycle at Galena summit. Yeah, that sign, plastered with stickers, reads 8,701 feet. Weather was actually nice and clear as opposed to murky and smoky.

So, 351.5 miles were covered on Saturday. And it seemed like next to nothing. All i need is a new sheepskin butt-pad and i should seriously consider going for an “iron-butt” ride. I seem to be able to do miles pretty easily.

Ok, why is today sucking more than other days? Oh, several reasons, but suffice to say to day is my wedding anniversary. Sure, it’s not the end of the world that she’s in New York and i’m in Boise. I mean to say we’ll certainly be able to make up for missed dates once we’re together again, but, like the situation in general, it just sucks. Today is sucks a little bit more.