Privates say the darndest things

Took my bike to drill this weekend.
I say this a lot but I shoulda done that a while ago.

Got down to Forest Grove. Dropped the car at the Armory and rode to Curt's House. It was a nice ride. Then I got my ass out of bed at 0530 and rode back. It was cold. The wool jersey wasn't quite enough. Wind cut through it a bit.

After I released everyone on Saturday, I rode my bike down to a restaurant, had a nice dinner (well, chinese buffet) and rode back to the armory. Somehow more relaxing than my usual go to the hotel, go to the Grand Lodge eat too much and drink beer. Then go back to the hotel and crash. Just didn't want to this time. Glad I did.

One of my privates said the coolest thing this weekend. He favors two wheeled modes of transport too. He said "Sir, something about two wheels just brings you closer to your soul."

Kinda geeky, but true.