Dang near mid October, and it was 80+ all weekend long. After the stop at Motoprimo, Christian, Jenn and I made quick work of some of 'Sconnie back roads. Between the art fairs, leaf peepers, old guys in Buicks, and, yes, motorcyclists, the roads were plumb full, by cracky. Everyone was out there squeezing in one last hooorah. Can't say that we blame them.