We went for luch at a Buffalo Wild Wings along I-70 which was probably a mistake, not really better than fast food and not that much faster than Outback which was our other option.
It got cold as it started to get dark heading over Vail pass. But we rumbled slowly through the dark up 93 into Boulder. Jeff and I shook hands at the stop light entering Boulder to congratulate one another on an excellent trip and went our separate ways home.
As I was about to pull into our steep driveway from the steep hill we live on, I realized that where I had parked my car for the month was not going to let me get my bike into the driveway, but I had already committed to the turn. I tried to smoothly switch from my rear brake to the front so I could put my right foot down (it was a right turn into the driveway). As I did, the front for jacknifed over and I slowly laid my bike down in front of our driveway at 2 mph. Quite a way to triumphantly arrive home! I picked up the bike and heaved it backwards up the hill a couple of feet so I could park on the street.
When I opened the door, Murray said she didn't hear me ride up. It is a quiet bike, and I didn't say anything about my parking experience to break the mood just then. It is always fun coming home to Murray who is always glad to see me. The hot bath was good too.
We covered just over 5000 miles and the MT60 rear tire that was new when I started was completely dead when I got back. It is a nice feeling that you are going somewhere, and also that you have been somewhere. Time to start planning the next adventure.
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