Unloaded.

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I just don't have the strength.  And I wasn't in the kind of shape, even if I did.  Still, got it.  He took it for a quick shot about.

The deal?  Half the time in the saddle, half the time teaching the noob, tard, whatnot.  Odd, but he thinks the helmet I think of as tighter?  He thinks that fits more snuggly, the way he likes it?  Dunno.  But... Probably just keep both.  So everyone has their own.

But, it will be a day or three before I can get to anything.  The driving, and up and going, and days down, and all, are crushing me like a soda can.  It's rough.  I need a few days to catch my breath and pull myself together.  But, yeah.  It's time to begin learning, as quickly as possible, beyond that.

I will go out and see about getting in the saddle.  Figure out how to light her up.  Even work on changing the gears.  Just keep the clutch in?  I'll... sort it out.

Unhooked the trailer too.  She's a tall girl, I will say that.

Oh, I am so ready for bed.  Sometimes staying up later can throw me into insomnia.  Not tonight.  I did take medicine this morning and this evening, but will take painpills before going to bed.  I'm achy, cranky, sore, muscles are burned out, ribs hurt, sheesh.  Still?  I like it!  Pain is just... one of my things.

Goodnight.