57 degrees in Massachusetts on Thanksgiving meant a ride to dinner was mandatory. Turned a a 35 mile straight shot into about a 70 mile loop up north and then southwest to my hometown. Wife was kind enough to ride the support vehicle, since you can't fit a crockpot into the saddlebags. With darkness falling early, I had to head back before the dishes were washed.

Hope you all had a great day yesterday, and aren't working to hard (or at all) today.