The commute this morning was a bit of an aggressive one. Here's why:
Woke up to yet another cold and cloudy day, immediately stubbed my toe on a concrete block under my bed, then had a struggle putting my winter jacket back together after washing it last night.
So then I hop on the 2009 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R and the fuel light immediately pops on. This was on the way to the DMV to get a replacement license for the one I lost at the racetrack last week.
As we all know, the DMV is more of a horror story than anything, and this experience was typical.
Eventually I made it to work however, and though my toe still hurts the ride itself managed to cheer me up...