Kansas Will Never Be the Same...
Flint Hills, here we come!
Danny, Chris, and I are packed and ready to head out in the morning -- well, okay, so we all know Chris never packs sooner than 5 minutes before the actual departure time (in fact, sometimes he's still packing after the scheduled departure). I'm packed, though. Danny and I will hit the road in the morning. Chris is hauling his bike and will meet us up there. He should arrive before us; the plan is for him to lay claim to a nice spot in the campground.
Say hello to Pierre:
Assuming Pierre can hang on tight enough, he's coming along for the ride. Pierre supervised my packing of the Dakar, though most of his suggestions had to do with what type of cheese I should take along and where I should stow it -- something about it needing to be accessible in transit.
When I get back, I'll probably let Pierre write the ride report, since I'm so far behind on things.
Later, gators...
Danny, Chris, and I are packed and ready to head out in the morning -- well, okay, so we all know Chris never packs sooner than 5 minutes before the actual departure time (in fact, sometimes he's still packing after the scheduled departure). I'm packed, though. Danny and I will hit the road in the morning. Chris is hauling his bike and will meet us up there. He should arrive before us; the plan is for him to lay claim to a nice spot in the campground.
Say hello to Pierre:
Assuming Pierre can hang on tight enough, he's coming along for the ride. Pierre supervised my packing of the Dakar, though most of his suggestions had to do with what type of cheese I should take along and where I should stow it -- something about it needing to be accessible in transit.
When I get back, I'll probably let Pierre write the ride report, since I'm so far behind on things.
Later, gators...
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