I had to take some paperwork to a poultry farm I get my litter from before the reviewers (state folks) showed up. Put the top down and headed for the hill country in NE OK. It's a beautiful evening here; a fine ride except for the open pipe Harley that passed me. I'm a middle aged farmer that has ridden way too much machinery in my life, but my left ear still hurts from being passed. Still, I could enjoy the burble with my right. Cruisin' through the Cherokee hills on a calm, warm evening reminds me life is good.