Yesterday, I went for a nice, long, motorcycle ride, by myself, since Lucia went out to see a movie with some friends.  I filled up the tank with 95 octane gas and I found out my bike runs better on 95 octane, than 90.

I took the nearest route out of town, and drove straight until I hit the toll booth about 40km away.  At the point, I found a really nice, super steep, dirt road, up the side of the hill/mountain.  When I got up there, I took some pictures.

Then I got back on my bike and started driving back.  On the way back I made a detour, off-road, over this dirt hill.  I had to back down at first, since I didn't have enough speed to make it up the first time.  I was feeling pretty good once I made it up, and shortly there after, made it part way down.  I stopped part way down, because my road ended with a small river.

There wasn't any space to turn around in, so I had to dismount, and push and pull my bike around in the sand until I had it facing back up.  There also wasn't enough space for me to gain any momentum up the hill, so I had to drive-run it up the hill.

No pictures of this, since I was mostly focused on getting out of the situation I'd put myself in.

On the way back I spotted a perfect place to practice some dirt biking.  The sand isn't too soft, and it's not too hard.  It's a huge area, with tons of jumps and roads and stuff and no people.

Also, on the way back, after seeing this guy, I realized I could have gotten by fine with just a bicycle . . .  If the guy is hard to see, click on the picture, but forgive me, since I took this picture while driving my bike, and with a big truck behind me.  The guy is hanging on to the back of the truck, and it pulled him all the way back up the mountain.  Nice!

All and all, kind of a boring day, but hey, better than many days since I've been here.