We took the Bolt over to the airport and flew to Auburn to meet Chris for breakfast, via Folsom Lake and the Foresthill bridge. Our small gathering got bigger and bigger, and at one point there were 9 of us at the table :o)
On the way back, we flew over the canyon, but not down into it, and toddled back to Lincoln. I've now done 100 hours in gyroplanes, so hopefully that'll help with the insurance bill when that comes due.
After pottering about at the airport for a while, we went home. I'm getting the hang of the regenerative braking in the car - it stops pretty quickly from freeway speeds, so you have to keep a little throttle on or you'll stop before your exit :o)