I started the day building up another raised flower bed... yes, I thought I'd built the last one too.
When Vic went to work, I went for a ride on the DRZ... up 193, then a few miles on the freeway to Auburn. A couple of squids on R6s, wearing shorts and T-shirts came past me, and I caught up to them on the freeway exit. One had a twisted tail section where he's obviously crashed before, so I figured I wasn't going to race then or anything silly. At the next light, they filtered up to the front, and I started about 4 cars back. When we got to the interesting part of 49, heading down into the canyon, I was approaching maybe the third corner when I saw a bike under the railing, and the rider just getting up. Most of the cars drove past, but a Honda stopped behind the crashed bike, and I stopped my bright yellow bike next to it, so we could be seen. We dragged the bike out, and upright, then turned it around. The guy was OK, and his buddy arrived shortly afterwards. They had cell phones, so I thanked the guy in the Honda, and headed out. I realised that the squid hadn't actually thanked either of us, but screw him. I went up over the Forest Hill bridge, back on the freeway to 193, then got stuck behind a pickup stuck behind a Harley riding like it was his first ride without the training wheels, but after the morning I'd had, I wasn't in a hurry.
In the evening, I went to the airfield and took the Flightstar out for just over an hour... when I got back, Sean said he had been worried, as I'd been fine for a while, and he's been used to me doing circuits :o)
Once home, we watched "The Expendables 2", which is just as silly as you'd think, but at least the stars are in on the joke.