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Day Two

Got a message from Neighbor Tim that he was working at home on Friday (September 17)and would be able to take a ride in the afternoon. Nancy dropped me off at BFE where my bike is being stored, not cheaply I might add, and Tim and I headed out on what would be our only ride of the week.


Best view in BFE. Forget the towering views from the cliffs of BFE, or the majestic city skyline, or even the bustling commerce of business and traffic downtown: the best view from BFE is in the Recreation Center with the town's coldest beer.


We drove North up to Reynolds and had a cold one at Jeronimo's and then over to Sherrard to the Office. Haven't seen too many urinals with ice in it.


A little taste of home at the Office. Notice the palm trees painted on the wall and the sand toward the road. Everything a St. Peterite needs to feel at home.



We had saved a couple expensive cigars Carrie bought in North or South Carolina and brought them along. Nice weather, a couple Macanudos, a beer and peanuts made for a great afternoon.



The ride was nice and enjoyed being back in the saddle again. I am storing the Kawi up here for awhile: St. Pete isn't the best place for bike riding. I'll either ship it down at some point, leave it here in storage (don't worry Tim, I have a place that will store it long-term) or sell it.




Saturday night we went to Beer-Bellies in Aledo with Mark and Holly and had a great time. This is Nancy and her back up singer, Kathy, along with the music director working on a number. Credit should also go to Kris Salmon up on the stage singing pretty well.

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