With plans to return home for another surgery, we had to decide on two things, how do we get there, and when do we go? It only seemed to make sense to me that we drive. We’ve been hauling the trailer now for about four months which makes driving slower and more difficult, adds wear and tear on the car, and reduces our gas milage. All worthwhile to ride the motorcycles through the most incredible terrain in the country, but my days of riding on two wheels are over. Following surgery, we do plan to get back out on the road, but without the trailer. Because my recovery time is unknown this seemed like the ideal time to land the “Nighthawk” back at home base. Also, with Aaron flying out and Dad flying in on Thursday, it only made sense that we spend the remainder of the week in California with Aaron, then drive home with Mom and Dad. I had really hoped to be able to ride my bike with Aaron one last time, but I was just in too much pain. Fortunately it was raining so Aaron let me off the hook and blamed the rain. Instead we all kicked back to the movie The Fighter and some fresh California artichokes.