MMS Comes to a Biting End
Well, we returned safe and sound having driven 616.6 miles in three
days. We made it all 616.2 miles before we encountered any terrorist
bonsai suicide whitetail deer. There were four on our street. Bastards.
Fortunately after yelling “Boo!” real loud, they quit staring at our
headlights and lived to destroy someone else’s front fender another day.
All in all a successful trip.
Oh, and the extreme close up? Apparently I am one hell of a mosquito
dinner entree. This lucky little sucker flew into my full face helmet
at 55 mph, took a tour of my temple and managed to feast on my face
wilst I was otherwise occupied.
And to think I was upset at the overweight, cell phone chatting bitty
in a mom-mobile who almost wiped me off the freeway today.
It is good to be home!