Ride Fast, Lose Parts

Stressed, needed to roll. Took a burn up to Laconia for a beer. Rode backroads and started to feel better. Got the Weirs sign, fucking pigs started to hassle me, then I noticed the right saddlebag had ejected during the last 100 mile stretch. Turned around and did a search & rescue mission. No dice. Got home in time for work. 450 miles and still stressed.