Change of plan

Tuesday was the perfect night for an evening moto ride; it was 80 degrees at 11:00 pm last night when we fnished. The Fonz and I started the evening with grandiose plans for all of the 'spots' that we would hit throughout the ride, but as with many things in life, basic necessity took over pretty early. Thirst. Heat. Repeat. Soon enough, we were sitting at the deck of a restaurant, sans layers and drinking a beer. The plan, alas, was scrambled, but at least the outcome was civilized.