Joe and I went 96 miles to Granite Falls on Sunday. Beautiful weather, good roads, great company. Spent a few minutes early on watching vultures swoop out of their roosting trees to finish off a carcass - as Clint Eastwood, as the Outlaw Josey Wales, said: buzzard's gotta eat, same as a worm. Stopped at the Sultan Bakery for coffee and donuts. It's hard to find gloves cooler than the Knog Ride Hards, unless it's their Love/Hate fingerless model. Picked up a can of coffee at Granite Falls, wondered what the heck that shirtless guy across the street was doing; I guess life goes at a slower pace up there. Those mini cans of Starbucks milkysugarcoffee have become my new weapon of choice.