We are rolling down the Kansas Turnpike near Cassoday, KS. I am perched in the way back surrounded by all our stuff.
Pedrow & Coll are having a riveting conversation about farm implements & mineral rights.
David is still trying to figure out Google Phone.
Bart is channeling his inner-Higdon. We never thought we'd see the day when Bart wouldn't be able to pry a smartphone from his hand, so apparently hell HAS frozen over. He is glued to the private, staff Spotwalla page analyzing every single tiny motorcycle & providing quite colorful play-by-play of each rider's route.
Meanwhile we are racking up points in a lazy fashion & scouting for Butt Lite 8 - just in case there is one. Why not? What else can you do when you find a marker for a catastrophe?
Pedrow & Coll are having a riveting conversation about farm implements & mineral rights.
David is still trying to figure out Google Phone.
Bart is channeling his inner-Higdon. We never thought we'd see the day when Bart wouldn't be able to pry a smartphone from his hand, so apparently hell HAS frozen over. He is glued to the private, staff Spotwalla page analyzing every single tiny motorcycle & providing quite colorful play-by-play of each rider's route.
Meanwhile we are racking up points in a lazy fashion & scouting for Butt Lite 8 - just in case there is one. Why not? What else can you do when you find a marker for a catastrophe?
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