A whopping 5 miles.
Jack picked me up from the airport. I could get used to this, moto-ing to and from airports…
It was a joy to see my bike again. Compared to Pete’s brand new 300, mine rode like extremely well churned butter. At room temperature. Everything is broken in, soft and smooth, worn into place. Serenity’s not as peppy for sure, but that’s because I love her well.
An oil change at Slagheap Cycles later (and some time just chillin’ with Geoffrey!), and Jack and I were off to dinner with Eileen.