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One Week Update

Thanks to some medical advise here and back home (Thanks Dr. Tim) my medical affliction has been greatly relieved. I have regained full movement and no longer suffer the stinging and embarrassment of diaper rash.


This is the Floridian sandwich shop. Great Cuban sandwiches and black bean and rice side. I've mentioned it before but it needed repeating.




As I have told many people there is a city-wide back path right next to this complex. My friend Stewart in Galesburg offered a suggestion as to a bike to look for and I pulled the trigger yesterday on this cool Trek Navigator 1.


I have been driving around St. Pete a bit this week. It really isn't too bad. Not much worse than Henderson Street in Galesburg. My friends in BFE would probably like to know that I have not ridden my bike all that much but I plan to. Nancy goes back to work today and I will have long hours to pretty much do what I want. I may even try the Causeway bridge. As we were driving to the Kawi shop to unload the bike a few days ago, a couple of bikers pulled up nect to me and one of them looked at the bike and said, "I thought those things never broke down." I was pleased to tell him this one was just fine and that we were unloading it. He then proceeded to give me some tips on where to go and find nice roads for driving a cycle. I'll check some of them out this week and give a report.

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