Yesterday's ride was long and the closer to home we got, the harder we rode. When I got stopped in traffic on I-84 on the CT border, a trucker looking over my bike pointed at the exhaust to tell me the baffle was hanging on by a thread. I must have blown it out somewhere in Danbury. It's a good thing it held on that long so I didn't do any damage to the engine from lack of back pressure. Well, I made it home and was greeted with lots of hugs & kisses. It's great to be home!