| How did we get home? |
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| Why change when you look this good? |
The Deb, now an Ark driving maniac was behind the wheel. Over the course of the ragby, she had gone from being a timid RV driver to completely fearless and we burned down the highway.
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| West Bound and Down |
I love the ride home because you get to see all the signs for places and the cities we rode our bikes through the second half of ragby but at high speeds in a car. It is sort of like the week behind us gets unraveled as we cruise home. And, the novelty of traveling faster than 14 miles an hour is only something you get to experience this time of year.
Somewhere along the route, Too Much and I decided we needed more vodka lemonade, so we convinced The Deb to stop at a gas station where we bought bottles of Country Time. Then, we drank it.
If the accounts of my parents are to believed I may have gotten a bit obnoxious at this point. And, for this I apologize, beavers. I will plan on moderating my vodka consumption in the coming season. Beer is for fun. Vodka is for doomsday scenarios.
Anyway, we shot the shit, recalled our adventures, and laughed like crazy people in our mobile den. Though, there is a downside to drinking all that beer on the ride home:
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| Nature calls |
A Note from Norman: as you can tell from the Sunday "whoops I forgot to blog" situation, I am running out of steam. If you have any final guest blogs, I need them ASAP. Otherwise, I think we will be concluding this blog-venture probably this week.



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