[briderdt]

Kapowsin (or however that’s spelled) and Orting, back to Puyallup. I waited ’til about 2:00 to leave, so there was no fog to speak of. Temps were on the chilly side of nice, but I didn’t care. I think I might have ticked off a few cages behind me — aren’t sport bikers all supposed to be speed demons? Not me. I was just fine cruising along at 35, or 40, or whatever I felt like at the time. I’m sure I could have taken every corner a little faster than I did, but that will come when I know I can trust the pavement (and my skill a little more).