I'm in the saddle and on the road. First I packed the bike. Everything I owned was sitting on the ground around the bike and I kept thinking,"I've got to make this fit. It's got to all fit." And, can you believe it, it fits. Next I dropped the keys off in the empty apartment. Then I took one last look at the apartment complex before hitting the road for good. My first stop was to say bye to my mom. She fought the tears back the whole time. It was really sad. Then I went to where I used to work. Said some goodbye's.. -owner, "take it easy out there." -me, "I will" -owner's son, "You stashin some weed?" -owner, "I'm envious of you. Have a good time." -me, "thanks. It was a pleasure working here." -owner's son, "huh, you got some weed?" -owner, "I'd suggest staying out of Mexico if you're going to be alone." -me, "I was thinking I'd probably do that." -owner's son, "Where's the weed stashed?" -me Then I headed over to where my girlfriend works. Greg, the boss, followed us outside and kept trying to tell me about how he went to Las Vegas one time on a motocycle. I was like, "oh-kay, that's great Greg." That's when the thunder and lightning started. I road like a fool to try and get infront of it, but it was no use. 30 minutes into the ride and I was soaked. The worse part is I forgot where I had packed the rain gear. I stopped to put it on, but where was it? Do I search the whole bike? Everything was wet. I didn't feel like pulling off all the bungee nets to try and find it, so I just kept going. I also forgot to pull the electric cord out from under the seat, when I packed, so I could plug in the electric vest. I had the vest on, but no heat. It was like a spunge. Oh well, eventually I dried out.