A sporadic journal of my motorcycle life.
What a difference 20 minutes makes. Four baristas and six cars in line.
Old school: one barista, the music on low and a chance to talk.
Zack, the regional manager was a barista in Phoenix during my original ride.
Again, insanely busy.
The young lady on the left is from Wenanchee. "I'm not much into winter sports".
Do I look tired?
Rough day. Construction every where in Vegas. It took an hour to get out of town!
Checking out the new DB HQ.
I had a message on my coffee cup this morning.