I decided to dismount Pathfinder on the right side since there was nobody there (Cynthia was to my left but I had plenty of room on that side too). I was still sitting on my bike, henceforth aka Pathfinder. We were chatting in the parking lot after we parked. We re-grouped at Spudnuts, where they have donuts made with potato flour. We look better and better as the trip goes on. But sometimes we coincidentally look in-sync I like to think our cohesive merging is an impressive sight for the vehicles behind. Much of the time, especially in the first days of a trip, it looks like uncoordinated shit. John G led the first group, switching on his turn signal to begin the domino effect that takes place in a group ride freeway lane merge - each rider/passenger passes the signal back so that the tailgunner can reserve the adjacent lane, his distinguishable brights flipped on as beacon of safety for all others to proceed. Riding in two large groups, we were in sight of each other for about half of the day. Many of us prefer the shun-slabbin' along the backroads, but you do what you gotta do. On Thursday we roared through SE Washington, NE Oregon, and into SW Idaho, "slabbin' it" the whole way (aka freeway riding, usually to cover more ground more quickly).
TL DR: we fought the heat and freeway all the way to Boise.
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