I'm with you, VW151. I enjoy a good pizza, probably too much... That said, I went to meet some friends there. I walked out after waiting close to an hour for a cheese pizza, with a fairly empty dining room.
I learned to ride a motorcycle on a Harley back in 1991, and I learned to love tearing around a track on a Buell in 2004. I learned to hate Harley in 2010. Fuck them, and every twat that buys into the lifestyle/image rather than ride. A motorcycle is a vehicle... And a douche is a douche.
Yeah, I got a kick out of that. Oh, I don't know. I like bike. Of course I paraphrased Bike B, but it was as moving as the Russian National Anthem played before a Demolition Derby.
Make sure the brake lines are full, the reservoirs are within the limits, there is enough travel in the brake levers, and of course the brake lights have enough fluid. That's almost as important as having the right oil for your muffler! Keep it safe out there.
I might be able to swing the Friday... My tyres should do for it, the budget is inexpensive, and chicks dig guys dressed in Power Ranger Suits. Big bonus there.