I am heading to help my father out for a few weeks. At least two. No more than four. I am not taking a bike. My Dad has a couple of bikes. Hopefully the sizing is close enough. Otherwise I am going to have Bridget get my bike boxed up and send down one of mine.
It is not a play vacation, but I need to keep riding. In fact the trip will most likely suck from an emotional standpoint. But, the eldest son has got to do his duty.
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I know what's happening here and I wish you good fortune and godspeed.
My being the eldest in my family only means, "What happened here?"
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