4:30am Sunday morning: Gary getting ready to go queue for his group in the 'Bike Thingy' (more on this in a bit). He is in the round of second fastest riders so needs to be there at 5:30am. Dress, eaten, ready to go.
Lori: "I think I will take a pre-shot."
Gary: "Of me, like if I die on the ride?"
Lori: "No ... of my new lilies before they open"
Gary: "Oh"
Lori: "But then again ...." snap:


It's a race ...
(send good thoughts down under - in 4 -5 hours I am hoping to see my hubbie alive and looking somewhat well ...)
2 comments:
Lori, I guarentee you if you put three people together on machinery designed to fast, and at least two of them has a Johnson, you have a race on your hands. Nationality has very little to do with it! Goodluck to your Johnson sporting, biker.
Good luck Gary! And nice legs!
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