Feeling damn depressed with the riding having been cut short so abruptly the way it was.
At the very least I had high expectations of surpassing last year's final ride date of December 2nd.
I consoled myself during the day with a couple of petting sessions with Bonnie. Bonnie sits there with a nearly fresh oil change, full tank of high test, and, as always, an air of "Well come on don't just stand there, jump on me and let's go".
