Clifford, a known thief, wanted to come back in to the store. He apologized to me for stealing from me and told me he’s changed. I asked him if the stories about he still steals from the  Gonzales family are true and he said that’s different, they sell drugs. “I only steal from drug dealers now.” What a douchebag.

Nice ride on Tuesday. Stopped by the dealership to see if there was anyone around to ride with, but there was no one there. Printed out a few copies of the newsletter since I noticed that there were none at the dealership.

After leaving the dealership, I headed east looking for food. After processing several options through my tiny brain, I decided that Harry’s Roadhouse was the best option. I had a fried chicken sandwich with swiss and mushrooms. Tiny brain scored today, it was great. After going there for a few years, they’re starting to recognize us as regulars and the service is better that way. Don’t get me wrong, their service is alway good, but regulars seem happier.

Drove home on I-25 since there’s not any other option really from Santa Fe. 106 miles for the morning.