Here in the Phoenix area we have a very unofficial "official" New Years Day ride out to Tortilla Flats. No sponsors, so no liability. A lot of riders meet at various locations so that they can enjoy the ride with like minded friends. This will be the first year that I ride the Commando for this "event" so in preparation I pulled it out of its parking space and into my detailing station. This is actually my wife's parking spot in the garage but "detailing station" sounds so much more refined. While squatting down to start the aluminum polishing process I felt quite a bit of discomfort around my mid section. My wife was scooting through the garage just as I was wondering what in the heck happened to my pants to cause such an issue. "Well I see that your holiday gluttony has caught up with you once again" she smirked. How could that be? I made sure that every helping of turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and dressing (stuffing to some of you) was totally encased in a double dollop of gravy. My reasoning is that gravy acts like Teflon on calories allowing them to pass completely through the digestive tract without sticking. My wife said that such justification is delusional. Whatever! I dug out my buffet pants with the extra piece of expandable elastic in the waste and all was once again well in my world. Oh yeah, the purpose of this long winded post is to let those that might be in The Valley to head on out and have a look see. Hope to see you there. I'll be the one on the red Commando nattily dressed in my tan buffet pants.