That's cool...

 

Not to be confused with the Paris Hilton expression: "That's hot."  This is Arizona - seems like it is always hot.  But, not this morning: at 6:30 this morning, the thermometer in our courtyard read... 58º.  Joan and I both put on a light jacket when we took Murphy outside.  He didn't immediately go for a shady spot.

The local weather weasels are calling for "one or two days of triple digit temps later this week, and then we should be beyond that."  I don't trust them.

I was planning to get the Burgman scoot out this morning, and got to wait until after 8:00, to let the traffic clear on the surface streets.  Plus (and this is a big deal), I could comfortably wear an armored mesh riding jacket today!

Traffic was very light on the twisty roads on the mountain, but more people that I could see on the hiking trails.  I didn't bring along a camera or a drone, but did get a couple shots with my phone...

 I didn't get a photo of it, but saw something unusual during my ride: an ocotillo with orange blooms.  I think I mentioned how green the ocotillo were after that last 2"+ rain - this is the first I've seen one bloom other than during the spring (they typically bloom March through June).  While I didn't capture that with my phone, you can see how green everything is looking in the photos above.

The riding was good.  The B200 is a fun scoot.  It doesn't have that "rip your arms out of your shoulder sockets" torque that some bikes have.  It just goes about its business, doing most anything you ask of it, with no drama.  It's fun without being fussy.

The only "near drama" this morning was while I was following a tree-trimming service truck pulling a sizeable trailer: it slowed down in the middle of stretch without a 4-way intersection, pulled into the right turn lane leading to a housing development (no turn signal)... then slowed to a stop, and without looking, turned left right in front of me to do a U-turn.  Also without a turn signal.  And, pulling into the lot in front of a firehouse on the other side of the street.  Yes, I hollered at the guy, while utilizing the ABS brakes on the bike.  And at the same time, someone came out of the firehouse waving the guy off.  There was a firetruck with lights on as the tall garage door opened... and the idiot in the tree truck was blocking their exit.  That was not cool.