Thank you so much to Matt, Brenda, Nicole and Meghan for the fun, practical and sustaining package I recieved today. From the coffee to the candy to the brass-colored metal kazoo, it was a blast to open. Brenda, I can only mourn with you that you had the misfortune to marry a natural Iron Butt, and having spent many hours screaming into my helmet in pain on a vibrating motorcycle seat, I can empathize with how 830 miles in one day must have felt like. That is 180 miles more than our longest day on the trip, which Greg and I only survived by downing copious amounts of Red Bull and sitting on an air cushion and a gel pad (respectively). Matt, in the meantime, neither imbibed stimulants nor superficially padded his derrier. However, I believe I could trash your record, I'll wait until winter time and take a run into the desert and back (specifically at a time when y'all in the Midwest can't ride, and will be drooling with envy that I'm on the bike at all).
Well, today is another day, and the work is stacking up faster than I can deal with it... Be that as it may, thank you all for your prayers, as I feel I am able to contribute meaningfully to some very important projects here.
Semper Fi, Jon G.