In a few hours, we’ll be headed for Arizonia on official business. Because of security concerns, the ‘people’ we’re going to see have asked to remain anonymous. I hope we can all respect their privacy. Thank you.
There’s a big pile of dirt separating point-A, which is where we’re at now, and point-B, which is where we’re planning on getting to. We’ve had a storm passing through here for the last two days. It looks like we’ll be keeping each other company until we reach the other side of that dirt pile. The bike’s finally going to get that wash-job.
Soon, very soon, the inmates will be running the asylum. Hell hath’ no furry like Brothers on a mission!!! The Dr. is out, and the Road Grits Café is closed.
The sign on the door now reads: “Gone Riding”.