On the plane to Spain! Wow, there are Spanish people everywhere!
We are starting the takeoff roll now. 2 more soreass hours to go, then the real pain begins...500 miles on a bicycle seat! I doubt the seat and I will be on speaking terms by the time I get back..
Hopefully the 5 bikes are ALSO on the plane...'this' plane. You're right, Francie...I have seen the similarity in the people. Time to stow the electronic devices. ta ta!

David Russell

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Anonymous said…
Hi Dave,
Everthing is groovy on the homestead. I've checked your place quite a few times. Wild Oz is running at full speed. I also met Dave who is staying there. I went by Monday.
So... how are your nuts!? Sounds like a great adventure, but a little crazy on some of those hills. Glad you or anyone else didn't get hurt, lucky! Be safe, and don't letchermeatloaf.
Denell
7:38 PM
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