So now I find out you slipped in another dozen miles after the scheduled ride, eh? That's a classic sign of a serious dependency. Ought to have that looked at by a professional. Perhaps the peaceful state of mind you achieved was due to brain cell dehydration or oxygen deprivation.

I'd been wondering where the post-ride feeding frenzy was going to be all day. But by the time we arrived back at ORR all I could think of was the time when Forest Gump decided to stop running (he'd been running for months) and simply announced "I'm kinda tired... think I'll go home now" to his adoring fans. We treated ourselves to Taco Bell carry out and a couple of high end, need-a-bottle-opener type beers to wash 'em down. I was too tired to even watch Sunday Night Football (and we all know how much energy that takes!)

Anyway, Rita and I thought it was nice of you to escort us to the start/finish parking lot even though it was a couple miles out of your way. But on the other hand without that detour you probably wouldn't have gotten "lost" on the way home.

Andy