Yesterday I took Stormshadow out to Ypsilanti for breakfast at the Bomber Restaurant with some of the guys from Michigan Motormen, a motorcycle club in the area. The weather reminded me very much of the UP: cold, windy, and heavy, fast-moving clouds. All that was missing were pine forests and the echoing call of crows. Is it weird that I feel at home in that setting? I must be pining for the fjörds.
Because of the weather, only three other guys showed up, and afterward decided the weather was too crappy for a long ride that day. The food at the Bomber was very good, cheap, and really filling. I had their (giant) breakfast burrito full of eggs, ground chorizo sausage, cheese, and hashbrowns. I didn't eat again until 5pm.
Merrill, whom I'd met at the Aut Bar on Friday, showed me some good side roads to take back to the house instead of just the boring I-94 run. Oak Valley Drive in particular was nice and twisty. We talked motorcycles, home ownership, and job histories for awhile, then when he left I washed the bike and cleaned all the webs and spiders out of the carport ceiling. By then the weather had turned nearly perfect, so we could have gone for a longer ride after all. X-(
Mom's coming to visit this afternoon since she's off today; maybe she'll help me start taping off the dining room in preparation for painting. Aaron will be back tomorrow evening, so we can get started Wednesday.