Sorry bacon ride. Sam graciously postponed taking the new machine out on it's first non-commute ride until late in the day Sunday. He called Saturday, early evening and took the news that I was already several espresso martinis into damage with grace and we settled on a 10am start.
Despite my inattentive flat inducing riding, we spun a nice tight loop to the South of town. It's hard not to be pumped with a complete War Axe spinning it up beside you. As they say, good times, good times.