Forty miles on the new bike this morning, its first proper outing and mine with it. A machine is one thing on paper and another beneath you on the road, and by the end I had the measure of it. The evening went to a Japanese barbecue with friends, the kind you cook yourself over the table and eat until sense tells you to stop, well past the point sense usually speaks. A tower of beer stood among us, a first for me, and it did not last the night. Good company and a good machine in the span of one day. I will take it.