Despite Lenny riding my bike through a big pile of dog shit at the start of the road trip down south, it was not an indictation of how the rest of the trip was going to go. It turned out to be a lot of fun.
I was woken up three times Saturday night by someone's fart that came knocking on my nose.
- my personal favourite undercarriage protection
Lenny had a nose for MILPS this weekend. That's right . . . MILPS.
Not MILFS . . . . MILPS.

Everywhere we went all Lenny could talk about was how nice the fall mums were.
*My lack of trail shots is totally Lenny's fault because he wouldn't carry my camera on the ride. Just waiting to steal some photos from Pappa Giles and Dr. Kim.
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Looks like you guys had an awesome time --- minus the gas!
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