Lady Luck and I are headed to San Diego tomorrow, this time to visit Penguin Man and celebrate his birthday.
I don't think there are going to be many opportunities to ditch everyone and carve up the delightful SoCal roads, so I'm leaving the Triumph at home.
Sadly, that means I'll have ridden less than 40 miles this week. If it weren't for the promise of sandy beaches, the possibility of seeing The Wrong Trousers, the certainty of seeing Stranger (I had the distinct pleasure of going out riding with the drummer a while back), and getting to go to the Yard House for Penguin Man's birthday party, I'd be one grumpy biker.
But, really, I'm pretty exciting about spending hours upon hours at the beach doing nothing.