Chasing down 800mg Ibuprofen with water, watching Star Trek:Picard on the laptop, and staring at a Glock holster order a customer canceled after I finished the build. Shouldn't take long to find it a home.
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This is one of those times when I feel like I should buy the holster, and then find the gun.
I knocked out 420 miles today. Just got home a little while ago. So right now, I'm just chilling with a gin and tonic. Ran out to Wickenburg, Prescot, then up towards Pine/Strawberry and out to visit 918 Rider and Bonnie. They were camping off Lake Mary Rd. Me and the Busa did some off roading up a shitty dirt road. My leather jacket saved my arm today, but not how you may think.
I rolled into camp and Ryan's two Cane Corso dogs approached. Imagine two rotties on steroids. I know these dogs, but being in full gear, I think, spooked them. The male grabbed on to the jacket and yanked hard. Not only did it tear the leather in those two places, it destroyed the elbow armor and left me with a nice raspberry on my forearm. My fucking hands weren't even off the grips of the Busa yet, when this thing decided I was lunch. And that was it. Once the helmet came off, the dog was cool.
It was great to see Ryan and Bonnie. I was also going to spend some time with MrBuell, who just happened to be camping at the other end of Lake Mary Rd., but I missed the turn for his campground, ended up 15 miles at the other end of the lake, and decided to just blast home.