Motorcycle races this weekend. Flocks of motorcycles going up and down the streets looking for a place for breakfast. I drove to Moss landing to meet a friend for breakfast. The motorcyclists were already there filling the tables with their bulky bodies, helmets, equipment, laughter, story telling. We found a table in the back where we could actually hear each other.

Lots of cold fog this morning. Turned on the heater in my car for the ride to Moss Landing.