Got off night shift, saw my dad and his new trike (he blames me for making riding look fun...ha!), rode fast (for me anyway) and all was going good. Headed off to my bank and took a fast turn thru some water in a gutter at bank and Wham! Looks like I got in a scuffle with 60 grit. I'm fine, tattoos are fine, bike is good. Scrapped the heck out of my RD and B-17. Bag has some new tears and such. Gonna bruise up pretty!

A good morning when all is said and done, really...