Which, on the positive side, however, did open the door for some gratuitous slagging of the Country Mice with cheap Jethro and Jed references.
But nevertheless, they covered a lot of asphalt on Day 3. As.....
....the boys did make it all the way to Fort Lauderdale.And through the miracle of not-so-modern technology, here they are, together on the beach.
Okay, so I'm no Gord "Photoshop" Tripe.
But it could have happened.
Morning has broken on the sun dappled beach. Ahhh....must be almost Miller Time.Which also allowed us to trot out all the tired, old chestnuts of;
"Can you see Uranus from there?"
"No, but it hurts like hell!"
I'm guessing the motorists on A1A aren't....
And a shot from a day or so ago - Mike in Miami Beach.According to local sources, they go for a cool 100k$ each.
So let's see what tomorrow (or today) brings.....

1 comment:
Such an appropriate chestnut for a bike trip - ouch! I never knew there were muscles there before long distance biking
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