Heilege scheisse, fledermausmann! Thought I sensed a disturbance in the force, strong enough to wake me from my winter slumber.
Did someone say Bill sleeps under the fan? Big Bill, or Billy-Bob? Big-Bill can sleep anywhere he wants, so long as it's honker down - even scared me, and I'm the F&S King West O' the Mississippi.
Mikey - remind me to stop by "Mercado K," and along with the towels I'll surely forget to bring (just another excuse to get more manly ones than Mrs. Wall provides), maybe one of those floor fans. Sounds like we've got to get in some practice rides before then.
Also, let us remind ourselves not to forget the pokey ones on the way back home from the big ride - some wacky som-bees act like trail horses heading for the barn.
