An Old Shovel Out West
After checking the IBA's website "Event Calendar" everyday for months to see what was "coming soon" for October in the Land of Enchantment, there it was; L.O.E. 1000, October 6-7. Rally will start and finish in Albuquerque. Perfect. Since time and money would only allow me one rally this season, I made plans for a big one!
Riding from Massachusetts and participating in this rally would make for a nice cross-country trip, to an area of the U.S.A. I had yet to ride in. I was really looking forward to this. Was it smart to attempt such a ride alone and on old iron ...probably not, you see my current "scooter" is a 1972 Harley-Davidson FLH which I've been riding since December 1979. I know what you're thinking, not the better choice of rides for rallying or long distance. But I've been riding this "old Shovel" for so long I don't know the difference. I know every nut and bolt, every wire and connection. I know what it can do and more important, what it shouldn't do. I knew that during a rally, if a problem arose, I was confident I could repair it, (you should see my tool kit!). I remember what Ron Ayers wrote of Mike Kneebone's axiom: "Ride what you are comfortable with." Works for me....I sent in my registration fee. I was entrant #104.
PLANNING THE RIDE
The L.O.E. 1000 had my full attention. I so wanted to ride the Mason-Dixon 20-20 and I would have begged, borrowed or stole my way into the inaugural Buckeye 1000! (please have it again in 2002!) but I stayed focused on Albuquerque. I had wanted to ride the southwest for many years and looked forward to planning such a trip. My parents are retired and currently living in Albuquerque. This made it easier to plan, I could have a great visit with them and ride the Rally too! (plus hey, it was free lodging!)
I had been to New Mexico before. My wife, Carol and I had visited several times by air. We've enjoyed Balloon Fiesta. Traveled to Four Corners, Roswell, and Taos by RV. But this time would be different....it would take longer to get there, but infinitely more interesting. Plans continue....
I would leave Massachusetts on September 29th and stop in Columbus, Ohio to visit the AMA Museum - had to see the Indian Motocycle Exhibit, (incredible place by the way!!!) - a must visit for a vintage antique iron bonehead like myself. And then, a long ride to Albuquerque. Wait a minute...what is the mileage between Columbus and Albuquerque? - Rand McNally says 1462 miles! I smell a BunBurner 1500! Could I do that?...more on this later.
As spring finally arrived in New England and the glaciers receded to expose what was left of the roads (can you spell P-O-T-H-O-L-E-S), the Albuquerque plans continue...continue to grow. While visiting Team Strange.com ...presto, I'm entering the Presidential Tour 2001. So now I'm rerouting myself all over the place to grab prez locations from Massachusetts to New Mexico and back! This will complicate things a little bit but add a lot more fun. Plans continue....
My fellow Harley buddies, while listening to my travel plans, notice that I will be riding close to York, Pennsylvania during H-D's Open House Weekend....WE are now leaving earlier and spending two nights in York. Let's see, Wilson PA and the Buchanan Birthplace, OK let's go. (The H-D factory tour was well worth the visit, I'm glad I added this to my itinerary.) It will also be nice to have riding partners for the trip, at least to York PA. After that, it would be just me and this old Shovel.
So much for the ride plans to New Mexico and the Rally. What could I plan extra for the trip home? Well, there were plenty of Prez Tour locations to bag, but I like to plan intermediate destinations to break up the long gas burning trek of the super slab. Time to contact an old friend in Kentucky. This would make a great stopover point. I have never been to his place, it was about time. So the basic plan was now plotted. The rest I would make up as I went along.
READY TO GO
It was now well into summer and the local riding was fabulous. I was enjoying trips to Northern New England, visits to the Cape, followed the IBR on its Website, went to Gorham Maine to witness checkpoint activity, but I was getting anxious for Fall and my trip to Albuquerque! And then....
It was a bright sunny morning. I was at my desk at work. It was just another Tuesday.....the phone rang. It was my daughter. She told me to get to a radio or TV. Her voice was shaky and scared, it was September 11th, we all got shaky and scared. HELL had come to the U.S. I went home.
Over the next few days the bike trip was still in my head but seemed obviously less important. I now had this constant ache in my gut, and anger growing at an unsettling rate. It worsened as we received the news that our neighbors up the street, whose son worked in the WTC, was now missing. The horror of the dust cloud was covering our Main Street...it was covering everyone's Main Street.
With all that was going on in the world and our nation in particular, it was hard to keep my head in a rally mode. Should I even be continuing with this "vacation?" More important things mattered. I was probably still going, but I knew I had better get my head outta my ass or I'd be just a memorial on the side of some road. I felt guilty doing anything recreational, I had to snap out of this crap and just burn the gas! Say a prayer to honor the memories of the victims and screw the terrorist! Yeah, that'll work. We packed our bikes; tools, spare parts (lots of spare parts), food, water, maps...(GPS, we don't need no stinking GPS) no electric clothing either, we were going to be like Sherpas, climbing Mt. Everest without supplemental O's.
BASE CAMP - Day 1
6:00am, Thursday, September 27th - Me and my two compadres, down the driveway, take a left. We had begun. Unfortunately, living in S.E. Massachusetts, to get anywhere south or southwest, you end up going through New York. This is a hair ball at best even without all the massive traffic rerouting due to the attack. It drove us north to the Tappen Zee, which was a little better. On into New Jersey and south on I-287.
Weather was warm and sunny - my head was more to what I consider "street legal." I was enjoying the RIDE! It was a comfort to be on the road. I don't know quite how to rationalize this but it always seems I can relax more while riding my "scooter" down a clearly overcrowded, hideously dangerous U.S. highway than I ever could flying in any aircraft. It was also inspirational to see all the U.S. flags and "God Bless America" banners that were hanging from every overpass and office building. I was feeling much better about the whole thing, dedicating each mile to those who were missing. So onward, into Pennsylvania and Route 22 to Wilson, PA for a Prez Tour photo op. You must understand that my two partners are not participating in this Prez Tour, so I have to thank them now very much for their patience in putting up with me riding all around trying to find city limit signs or Post Offices. Thank you Peter and Rick, who of course are now convinced I'm totally wacked! On to Route 222 to York.
Now Route 222 in PA looks innocent enough on a map but it SUCKED! Badly marked construction detours and just long, long delays. Finally, into Lancaster and I try to find our motel. Not as easy as it could have been. You know you're in trouble when you get lost at the same intersection twice. Clearly it was time to ask the next wino at the light. Now this plan might have worked except for the fact that I neglected to realize that 5 blocks in Wino Speak translates to 5 MILES!! and then take a left onto the Lincoln Highway. Finally, we find the motel and call it a day.
CAMP I - Open House
Day Two and the weather is still perfect. Arrived at the H-D Assembly Plant. Got in line. Toured factory. First visit and very impressed. Lots of precision robotics combined with people hand gas welding trim rails and stuff. In fact, I saw a lot of hand craftmanship being done. To me this is a good thing. It must be a little surreal to work in that plant, what with people walking by like viewers at a zoo. It was a good day and all the Harley people were real nice. They put on a great party. We also went to the County Fair grounds for the Exhibit portion of the program and checked out all the snake oil vendors. Pretty much the same stuff as other H.O.G. events, but interesting just the same.
ON TO COLUMBUS
Day Three and I awoke to just a sprinkle of H2O, but it stopped by the time I finished loading the bike. It was going to be just another sunny day! Darn.
With Peter and Rick heading back to Massachusetts, I felt I was loosing my Fighter escort. For the rest of this mission, I would be solo. We said good-bye and wished each other a safe journey. They headed east and I went west. Onto Route 30 and a ride on the old Lincoln Highway. West to Grove Gap and the Buchanan State Park for a Prez Birthplace photo. The Lincoln Highway was fun to ride, with great scenery and twisty roads. Next was the Pennsylvania Turnpike, then I-70 west through West Virginia, (blink) into Ohio. I was heading northwest on Route 250 to bag Polk, Ohio. I just could not believe how nice the weather was holding out. Sunny & warm, warm & suuny.... After Polk I headed south to Delaware, Ohio for the Hayes Birthplace photo. I'd read that it was now a BP gas station! Yep, true enough. Nice stone marker out front, easy photo. On to Columbus and a Red Roof Inn. I was now thinking of the BunBurner 1500.
CAMP II - The Museum and a BB1500
Just as a mountain climber becomes more acclimated to his altitude, I was getting more and more acclimated to the mileage. Stopping for gas and/or food was now a pain in the butt. There is all that gear shifting and traffic in and out of gas stations. I just wanted to stay on the road, I need inflight refueling. I have respect for fuel cells. Just to stubborn to install one. I'd hoped I was ready to attempt a BB1500.
Day Four and you guessed it, another sunny day! Pack up, check out and get to the AMA Museum as it opens. My plan was to tour the museum, then have some kind-hearted museum staff person sign my BB1500 witness form and hit the road to Albuquerque!
It was just before 9:00am and the museum was not open yet, so I waited patiently outside. The AMA facility is a really nice place. I walked around and admired it. Back at the front door I was thinking of how to approach a staff person and ask for a witness signature. My luck with the weather was now clearly with me for my current task. A gentleman came out of the museum and walked over to where I was standing. We greeted each other and he introduced himself. I noticed he was wearing an AMA staff shirt. He was Tom Lindsay, AMA Public Information Director, official enough for me! We talked motorcycles (surprise) and touring. I told him I was on my way to New Mexico for the L.O.E. 1000. Of course, he thought that was an excellent idea and wished me safe travels. When I asked him if he would sign my witness form, he responded "absolutely." Tom is a real nice guy, as was everyone at the museum. Thank you Tom, it was an honor to meet you. Enjoy your "Victory."
With a signed witness form, and a time and date stamped gas receipt from Pickerington, Ohio SHELL, it was time to burn some serious gas! 09:42, 09-30-01, I had 36 hours to get to Albuquerque. I was now suspicious of the constant great weather. I knew that as soon as I took it for granted, bang, it would change for the worst. It was Fall, anything could happen.....it never did. I was rolling down the road so easy, lots of sunshine, bike was humming its V-Twin song. I was even thinking I could do this 1500 for a Gold....my first rookie mistake.
It was a beautiful day in the Heartland. Through Cincinnati into Kentucky, across Indiana, across Illinois, sun setting as I rolled past The Arch, entered Missouri and down I-44. I was burning gas like a maniac. I was now getting way too confident. Riding way off the course to bag Prez location photos. (I did not realize it then, but I was consuming precious time.) It may sound like I was not able to appreciate were I was or the great countryside I was riding through, but I was. It was all so incredible. I was making mental notes of places that I would like to return to with Carol when we had more time. The first was the riverfront in Louisville, with the big PaddleWheel boats and restaurants along the water....there would be many more.
During the day, as I rode, I was constantly crunching the time and distance numbers. I figured as long as I made St. Louis by 10:00pm...I had. Then make it to Oklahoma City by 10:00am Monday, I could complete the BB1500. I stopped to rest after it was dark. I pulled into a rest area outside Rolla, Missouri. It was a little more than after dark...it was NOW midnight! I had to rest, I would have been dangerous. It was getting cold but at least dry! I found a nice picnic table, (my first I.B. motel), wrapped myself with my bike cover and grabbed some zzzzz. This was a good thing and a bad thing. When I woke it was 4:00am! I now had 6 hours to cover the 400 plus miles to Oklahoma City....I had slept away my cushion time!...my second rookie mistake. I knew I could not maintain an 80-85 mph speed, a 70-75 yes, but I knew at this slower speed it would not give me the refueling and rest time I needed to safely complete this 1500. I decided to just ride like I always ride...its all about the fun. I was still having a great time! Fill the fatbobs and keep trucking. I would just see where I was at the end of 36 hours.... Amarrillo, Texas! (32 hours actually)
CAMP III - Not a BB1500
Another Red Roof Inn (I like them). I checked in, called Carol, she was glad to hear from me! Took a shower and treated myself to a sit down dinner, then went to bed. Tuesday morning I would finish the ride to Albuquerque.
I was disappointed that I fell short of my BunBurner 1500 goal. But at this point, with great weather and no mechanical problems, I was having one outstanding trip. I had nothing to feel bad about. I was looking forward to a casual day tomorrow. Ride-Eat-Gas-Ride and not necessarily in that order (or something like that.) Just enjoy the ride through Big Sky Country.
Mountain climbers know that once you reach the top of a mountain, it's only half the battle. If you don't make it safely down the mountain, then reaching the top doesn't count. I knew, that for myself, just getting to Albuquerque safely was not even half the journey for me. I still had to complete the Rally and make it home in one piece! Arriving in Albuquerque would be a great accomplishment but I had so much farther to go.
7:00am, Tuesday, October 2 - Leaving Amarillo, (do I really have to mention the weather?) I passed the Cadillac Ranch, I made a note to stop there on the way home. (I did and was amazed at just how badly the Old Caddies are vandalized and graffiti covered, which is not surprising to most of you but it was to me.) Stopped at the New Mexico border for photo op. Arrived at my folks place about 1:45 pm local time. What a great ride! This old shovel had gotten me here safely, I was very pleased. Now rest for a few days...get ready to rally.
RALLY CHECK IN
7:00pm, Friday, October 5 - Repacked the bike with just what I needed for the rally and headed to the Winrock Inn for check in and tech inspection. Jeff Foster, the Rallymeister and his volunteers, had the Rally set and ready to go. (I was very impressed, these people put on a superb program!) The riders briefing was casual. I kept quiet and paid attention to whatever tid bits of advise was bantered about. Everyone I met was very nice and helpful, and only a few made fun of the fire extinguisher bolted to my passenger floorboard! (Don't ask.) I studied the Base Route info and went home to sleep.
RALLY TIME - Summit Day!
The first thing that I really liked about this rally was that the odometer calibration was the first 20 (or so) miles of the rally. No separate ride Friday night. A nice policy, I thought.
6:30am, Saturday, October 6 - Bonus Listings were handed out. I basically adhered to the KISS principle and Kept It Simple, Stupid. Leave lots of flexibility in your route and you'll always enjoy it better.
8:00am, Saturday, October 6 - I was now at the South Col, waiting to attack the summit. This is what I came here for. I couldn't wait to get started. The sky to the north was filled with hot air balloons taking off from Fiesta Park. If you've never witnessed a Balloon Fiesta - Mass Ascension, well....you should! It's pretty cool beans. Just another gorgeous New Mexico morning!
8:12am was my official start time. Through the Big Eye and south on I-25 to the first odometer checkpoint. Before the second odo checkpoint, I was to make my first bonus error....Man, I had a long way to go. How was I to know it was illegal to bury someone by the side of the road. You had to be there...Onward.
South to Socorro and some easy bonus points. I learned real quick to buy fuel whenever I saw it. I was now heading to the Trinity Site bonus. Which is as far from anywhere or anything as you can get. I bet you could drop an atomic bomb out here and no one would.......sorry.
Unfortunately, due to the tragedy in New York City, the Trinity Site Open House was cancelled and I would have known that had I 'd bothered to read my e-mail just before I left Massachusetts. Oh well, I was passing through the neighborhood anyway....Onward.
I was now concentrating on bonus collections. Valley of Fires, Carrizozo, where I meet Jerry, the only other New Englander in the rally. It wasn't until after the rally that I learned Jerry had suffered an accident that took him out of play. Very thankful he was going to be OK. I then turned north on Route 54 to Ancho (great old stuff store!), Corona, then Vaughn, across I-40 to Las Vegas (NM, that is). Bike is running so good I can't stand it. I'm running break down scenarios in my head, (what could I do way out here?!), thanks for the cellphone Peter! The weather was......forget about it!!
Onward north. As I passed through Las Vegas, I did encounter a thunderstorm but the rain consisted of two raindrops hitting my windshield! I almost had to pull over, couldn't handle all the rain! Bagged bonus at Hot Springs, some Alpaca farm, and was thankful to discover my motorcycle WAS less than 10 feet wide -good for 5 points! (yes, I measured, just to be sure.) Oh, forgot to mention I did miss 100 easy points at Anton Chico, just rode past it like I knew what I was doing! By the way, the riding has been spectacular! Awesome roads, breathtaking scenery, and fuel has not been a problem so far. On to Angel Fire and some good bonus hunting. Well into northern New Mexico now and lots of mountains (much better than the desert.) Getting on later in the afternoon now and thinking of bambi encounters. The woods, darkness, it could happen at any moment. I'll tell you right now, I never saw so much as a pair of eyes in the darkness, nothing. Not for the entire rally, well, except for the carcass on I-40 east of Santa Rosa, but I had nothing to do with that!.......Onward.
Visited the Vietnam Memorial outside Angel Fire. I'm always so moved at these monuments. I hope others are too. It is a beautiful setting. My Polaroid did not do it justice. "War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things....."
Down a beautiful twisty mountain road and into Taos for gas and munchies. Sun is setting now and I had planned on making the Chama checkpoint by 6:00pm....no way dude! Would you believe it was 8:30pm when I got there! Getting colder now and next on the hit parade was Antonito, Colorado. This route would take me over not one but two 10,000 foot passes. It was way dark, no moon yet, lots of bambies lurking about, waiting. I have only my stock sealed beam headlight, which is easy to overrun. You know, I rode straight through, bagged the bonus at the border, no deer hunting, cold but DRY, I mean how long could this last? I was having the best rally ever! Onward baby!
Heading south now on Route 285, several other riders would pass me, I guess I'm slow by most rally standards but I'm comfortable with it. On into Espanola for gas and snack. I saw some other riders there. The talk was always about new routes or strategies. It was now after 1:00am Sunday. I had been riding for 17 hours and felt great! The Harley was running solid, like it was new iron. I kept rolling. Into Santa Fe for a cemetery bonus. Jump onto I-25 to grab Route 285 south to beautiful downtown Clines Corners. Bag altitude bonus (7200 ft.), gas up and head eastward to Chip Drop at Denny's in Santa Rosa. (watch out for that bambi in the travel lane, east bound at mile marker 274.6!) More riders were passing me now. But all would wave as they rolled past. (LD riders are very friendly) I enjoy the constant reminder that this is not a race! That's good because my Harley enjoys a different kind of fast. Back on I-40 West, to Clines Corners for gas and the plotting of the final push to the finish.
Traveling west toward Albuquerque and the Finish. I stopped in Moriarty for the last Chip Drop. Several other riders were doing the same. We all were feeling good about the ride and were confident we would all finish in plenty of time. (I left Moriarty without getting fuel, this would bug me later.) I think I have enough fuel to reach Albuquerque, maybe not. As I look closely at my total mileage for the Rally, I realize I will be about 60 miles short of my goal for another SS1000 certificate. This will never do! I jam to the first Albuquerque exit, loop around and head out east again to gain the needed mileage. I did a quick time/distance thing in my head and knew it would be close. Did I have enough gas, if not, would stopping for fuel cause me to be late? The more I looked at my watch and read mileage signs, the more I was convincing myself I wouldn't make it! I finally did the smart thing and quit looking at my watch and the odometer! Just ride. Back through Moriarty, Edgewood, Tijeras and into Albuquerque. The sun was rising, air was cool, traffic light. I had no excuses. Past Exit 167, 166, 165...would I ever get to Exit 162...the one I needed? Yes, there it is! I realize I'm not even on fuel reserve yet. The fuel crisis has past, but what time is it? DON'T LOOK. Roll off the exit ramp, into the Winrock Inn parking lot and the finish line. 07:38am! I had made it and the view from the "summit" was incredible! Rider #104 had arrived.
What a great rally! Jeff Foster and his entire staff should be very pleased with hosting and executing a fabulous ride. Some of the best Two Lane I've ever rode on! Thank You All Very Much....I can't say it enough.
Later I would learn that I placed 20th, which was in the middle of the pack. Not too bad for older & slower. I'll take it! With 1,014 miles, I had earned my second SaddleSore 1000 certificate. I was very pleased.
GOING HOME - The Descent
This story is probably getting a little long for a Rider Report. So thanks for hanging in there. We're almost done.
The ride home was actually a little more exciting than the journey out. I was still blessed with incredibly perfect weather. The motorcycle was running just like it ought to. Although I did install new ignition points (I bet most of you don't even know what they look like), and changed the oil. That's it.
I-40 across New Mexico, into Texas, to a very strange encounter. I stopped for gas in Vega, Texas. Just as I was ready to leave, I noticed this women was sitting on the side porch of the gas station on her luggage. She was just sitting there like she was waiting for a bus or something. She was a well dressed older women. Alone. With expensive looking leather luggage. She suddenly stood up and approached me, asking if she could look inside my saddlebags! I had red backpacks strapped to my passenger footboards for extra storage. She wanted to look inside them! Maybe she was some kind of Border Agent and was shaking me down. No, she just gave a quick glance and scurried back to sit on her luggage. It was time to get out of Texas.
Into Oklahoma. I made a decision to bypass a couple of Prez Tour photos in favor of covering more ground. A very wise decision! Since crossing into Oklahoma, I was fighting a strong cross wind from the south blowing north. Which was where the very, very dark clouds were swirling about. It was finally happening. The weather was turning against me. Can you believe it? I was now concerned with severe weather, thunder storms or even tornados. It was Oklahoma after all. I just kept going east through Oklahoma City. The storm was staying north of me. I was still dry but the cross wind was fatiguing. I made my stopover destination at Shawnee. When I settled into my motel room, the local TV news was filled with live reports of the TWO TORNADOS that touched down in same county I'd just passed through an hour earlier. If I had gone for the two Prez Tour location photos, I would have been right in the wrong place! That's as close as this Yankee boy wants to get to a tornado. No trips to OZ for me, no thank you! That was close. I still had an anxious evening as weather reporters on TV were telling everyone to go to their shelters now, go to your safe rooms now! What the hell was I suppose to do? Wait it out in the bathtub? What do I do about the bike? But my weather karma was still with me, the storms died down as they approached my area, and all was well.
07:00am, Wednesday, October 10. Into Arkansas, still on I-40 or as my Dad calls it "The Rubber Tire Railroad" because the trucks are relentless. They can squash you like a bug at any moment. I always try my best to stay out of their way. Bagged photos at Van Buren, Johnson County, Monroe County. Gas and go. Gas and go. I wanted to stop in Memphis to visit the "Memphis Belle" but it was getting late in the day and I wanted to make Nashville for the night. I would visit the "Belle" another time. The truck traffic was really heavy now and the sky was threatening and dark. It looked as though I would finally get rained on! Inching my way along I-40 to I-65, I make my motel about 9:30pm. It had been a long day in slow traffic.
Thursday morning I called my friend Bob, in Kentucky to tell him I'm on my way. The morning sky was grey with dark clouds but still dry. I motored north on I-65 into beautiful Kentucky. Roads and scenery are a blessing. I spent a restful day at Bob's place. It is always good to visit old friends. Then it was Friday morning and time to finish this ride.
When I awoke you won't believe what was happening. IT WAS RAINING!! A steady shower. Heavy at times. Funny thing was I didn't even care. It was time to put all this GoreTex to use. Besides the temperature was still warm. I packed up, said good-bye and hit the road about 9:30am. The rain did screw up my plans for some Prez Tour photo hunting. My Polaroid doesn't do well in the rain. I just concentrated on riding safe and covering blacktop. The BlueGrass Parkway to I-64, to I-79, (man, West Virginia has some nice riding, too bad it was raining.) Onto I-68 into Maryland, where I encountered the only crabby person of the entire journey. She was a motel clerk in Hagerstown and I think she had "issues." Oh well, press onward. Not really too tired yet anyway. Into Pennsylvania on I-81, then I-78 where I tried a couple more motels, but it was now late evening and everything is booked. Press on. Through Harrisburg, on to Allentown and into New Jersey. It was at this point that I decided to just continue riding all night and just get home. The bike was running great (I did have to stop and tighten up my rear cylinder spark plug), but the rain had STOPPED, so I kept going.
Into New York State and across the Tappen Zee. It was now 2:30am Saturday. No traffic, good road conditions and would you believe I made a wrong turn?! I was now headed for the Bronx instead of Connecticut! (That would have been the long way home.) Turn around, find the Merritt Parkway and get back on course. An uneventful ride through Connecticut into Rhode Island but I was seeing familiar real estate, it felt good. I was getting closer. I had been riding for 20 hours now and only had a couple more to go. Mental note: check on kidney belts for future rides.
Final gas up in Rhode Island and enter Massachusetts. A person can always tell when they cross into "The Peoples Republic of Massachusetts" because the road surface SUCKS. (sorry Governor, but they do!) It didn't matter, I was home.
As it turned out no one was home to share in my triumphant return. I just unpacked, took a shower and went to sleep. A quiet and modest end to such a great journey. Oh well, I guess that's the beauty of it! The sun was now shining! It just couldn't get any better. 5,767 miles and the old Shovelhead had performed magnificently! I was very pleased.
I would like to thank my wife Carol, so very much, for tolerating all this LD nonsense I put her through. It's not easy being married to me. Thanks, Buddy.
Post something,I'm thinking for next season, I just might try to juice up my LD dossier and test my wits on a Team Strange event. Yes, I think I'm ready to become a victim of the legendary antics of Adam and Eddie.....and all that chicken.....
Mark W. Collins
Kingston, Massachusetts
