I happened to drive the Rover in to work yesterday; even taking back roads to avoid traffic on 520, the trip home took an hour and a quarter. It was raining a bit this morning, but with that memory fresh in my head I rode the bike in anyway. I think I am just going to get a rain suit and keep going this fall: I’d rather deal with the wind and rain than the miles of backed-up traffic.

I ended up spending a good bit of yesterday evening over at the shop. I put another coat of polyurethane on the work tables, which are glossing up nicely, then Adam and I set to work on his bike. It is a hulking great 1100cc Ninja, repainted black long ago, with most of the plastics broken or at least loose. Adam likes the black, and the powerful engine, but he wants more of a streetfighter look; we took off the lower fairing altogether, then cut the front fairing along the line of the forks. We stabilized the remaining mini-fairing with some bolts through the windshield frame and called it good.

Going to the shop feels less like a trek if I go there straight from work instead of stopping by home first. I think I will leave some boots and overalls there so I don’t have to get my work clothes dirty.