No miles today. Waking up in a fog after a banner pong night, only confirmed that I was out of drinking shape. Mac got busy making some coffee and a breakfast scramble which did wonderful things to make me feel like a human being again.
I took a coffee to go, and we made the long 20 yard commute across the alley, to my buddy Ianís garage where the Ural was parked. Spent the afternoon changing the oils, checking valves, air filters and testing just about every bolt to ensure it wasnít planning on departing during the rest of the ride.
A great dinner with Kaitís parents Joel and Gail, followed up by watching fireworks and drinking beer on Ianís roof. While not the safest way to enjoy airborne explosions, it certainly gave us the best view.
Tomorrow, the road awaits.