My 34 Hours at Home

I wasn't home for long this time, but that didn't mean I wasn't riding my bike somewhere.
I found the gateway toy for my Godson to get into two wheeled adventures at a local motorcycle shop no less.
My chicken strips are getting thinner, but I really need to hit up the mountains to take them the rest of the way off.
Summer gear: The perfect incentive not to crash or invite a crash to my ride 😉. (Yes, I've been down without gear before. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it didn't.) ..... I find it kinda funny to see the difference in the safety standard (or lack thereof) I set for myself and safety standard I set for any loved ones who might ride with me.