I rode from work and met everyone at the police station. We rode down and did the Mission trail, then I finished up by riding home after dropping everyone off.
The wind was blowing hard on the way out, but it was worth it to get blown all the way home. It was almost directly in our faces, then directly on our backs. No cross winds. You don't get that very often.
Coming through town, Ricky was standing at the curb holding my backpack. I didn't have to stop; I just snatched it like a musette bag as I went past. I stopped a few blocks later and put it on. It's not often I get curbside service.
While I was stopped at a light, a young couple came up to me and asked for directions to the Riverwalk. I gave them some hasty directions, then rode on. Of course, the second they were gone, I realized that although my directions were accurate, they really weren't the best way to go for what they were looking for. I'm just not a fast thinker. I hope they figured it out and had a good time.
The only downside of the evening was that my rear flasher ran out of batteries. I didn't have any problems, though, so it was OK.
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