Ouch, I'm sore. Work had a nice team-building excursion this weekend: whitewater rafting on the American River. It was pretty fun, although I prefer sports in which you have a bit more control over what's going on. Basically, we just got tossed around and bounced off rocks. A couple times we had some close calls - the boat filling up with water, Scott getting thrown out of the boat, but luckily landing on a dry rock where we could yank him back in the raft... That type of thing. I think maybe our guide Melissa, while very pleasant, wasn't the most experienced in town.
Also, I'm jonesing BAD for a new motorcyle. I'd take any of the following: a Ducati Superbike 916, a Ducati Supersport 900, a Yamaha YZF R1, a Triumph Daytona 955i, or a Honda CBR929RR.