It's Thursday evening. I'm sitting out back with my dog and his sister, dog sitting for Gettingshaggie, whinning like a girl because I screwed my leg up at work. NotHis calls me and tells me her and her girlfriend are going to the Red Hawk and asks me to join in. Well hell yeah I'll go! Jump in my truck, and off I go. Get there, don't see her Bmmr, no Yukon either, maybe she rode with her girlfriend. Go inside, they're both there, leathers piled by their side. Dammit Jim! They're riding and your driving? NotHis, "Hey Sunshine. You did not ride here without your jacket! Where's your leather?" Pops, "Uh, hanging on the back of my chair at home, I drove my truck." "You did WHAT??? You CandyAss! What a pansie." We had fun despite the fact that most of it was at my expense. We hung out until the dorkface that kept butting in finally said he can ride the wheels off an R1, but no body can ride an R6 to it's limit. That's when she said, "Don't say it Pops! Just shut up, it's time to go." So we left and I followed the girls on their bikes, in my truck. So Anne, since I didn't make it home to design Christmas cards and watch the game, my question is, "Did Rutgers win?" Pops