I got up disgracefully early so I could ride the DRZ to San Francisco for work. It was a weird ride in, and the dense for around Vallejo and an accident that everybody slowed down to gawk at meant I was later into the office than usual, and the traffic was heavier on the Bridge.
In the evening I lost $20 at poker so I was allowed to leave and ride home - Tilly was happy to see me, once I took off my helmet, of course.
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