nostatic at all...

A day or running around, though next time I need to remember to bring my proof on insurance with me - no rides without it. Progress on the ST2 with top box installed...I'd forgotten how damn useful they are. Then a proper coffee at Peets, then a long trek to Sierra Madre to grab late dinner and what was supposed to be some Latin jazz. Instead, the musical inhabitants of 322 was a blues quartet. And not a particularly good one at that. Thankfully a streetside table muted the sounds, and mother nature provided better entertainment in a few lightning strikes while on the road and some raindrops on the ride back.