I dropped Tilly home, then we met Vince for pizza before watching the bobawful Monsters - if a movie has "monsters" in it's title, I don't think it's unacceptable to expect a lot of monsters tearing the crap out of stupid people. Nope. I'm glad we only paid $1.08 (including tax) to rent it - I still feel a bit robbed.

We went out into the garden and cut down the remaining part of the tree, and chopped it into small enough parts to put in the green waste bin. Job done.

In the evening we went to RPM to celebrate Becky's annual 29th birthday party. Vic and I were in the same heat races, as was Scott. He only crashed into me once that I can remember, but where I was wearing my spare helmet, he was wearing one of the supplied ones, so it could have been him that hit me every time. After the heat races, we were whittled down to 10, me included, Vic not, for the final. I don't think I did too badly, considering I was knocked off the track fairly early on... I finished 6th, but I did post the 2nd fastest lap of the final :o)

I needed to go to the airfield and drop some stuff off, and drop off the DVD from yesterday, so I decided to take the YSR, so I could see how it runs. It runs just fine, at around 50mph flat out, but there's a slight steering weave which I think is down to it not being happy in the initial turn in to the right. I'll look at that, as there's something binding in the steering head area. The brakes also squeak a lot, so I'll take a look at them, too - that's probably just a matter of cleaning the rust off things and just sanding the faces a little. The clutch and the throttle could do with some adjusting, as I think there's too much oil being dumped in, and it's not burning fully. Anyway...
On the way home I saw a guy with one arm cycling, so I chased him down and we had a chat - he lost his left arm in a corn thresher at 10 years old, and he looks like he's in his late 50s to early 60s now. I explained the twin brake unit (from a tandem or a grown up tricycle) that I use on my mountain bike, and headed home.
It finally broke down and rained in the evening. I later found out that Dave had bought a new barbecue, so this is his fault. It'll now rain until July.

On the way home, we rented I love you Phillip Morris, which I thought was going to be a commentary on the cigarette industry, but turned out to be a comedy.

At home, we got the ladder on the Jeep so Vic can take it hang gliding at Ed Levin park. I measured up the bracketry, but it was getting a bit late to start fitting things.

After work I quickly lost playing poker, headed for the garage and fixed the correction factor on the trip and headed home. Well, the gate wouldn't open on the way out, so I rode around it again, wondering why I'd paid to use the garage at all :o)
I was tootling along the freeway in Davis trying to figure out where to gas up again, when I got pulled over by the plod. It seems that he couldn't read my license plate as the mounting angle's all wrong, but luckily I managed to be my charming self and get away without a ticket. Must look at that this weekend, but it's only been like that for 3 years. The rest of the trip was uneventful, and the seat I installed last year helps a lot - OK, I was a little sore, but I wasn't praying to get knocked off so I could ride home in an ambulance like the last time I rode to San Francisco and back in a day.

In the evening we went out to use the hot tub, only to find that the temperature sensor had gone insane again, so I just turned it off. If it's anything like last time, it'll fix itself, but it's about the time I turn it off for the summer anyway.