So, as it was...a fantastic trip.
Opportunities to grip the hands of people I've only corresponded with on-line over these couple of years...getting together and looking you in the eyes, smiling with the history of our interactions, and hugging brothers and sisters.
Who could ask for more?
For everything everyone has done for and with me during this two-week period, one of you clearly stands out as someone who deserves a very special thanks.
Mojo...my brother...
Words cannot describe how lucky I am to know you.
Twice now, you've given me the key to your 'bus so that I can participate in riding activities when I come to Oklahoma to visit. I don't think I need to say any more than that for others to see the depth of your generosity and the lengths you went to--to ensure that I enjoyed myself there.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. It hardly seems enough, but it's the best that can be said at this time.
One day, I will be able to respond in-kind when you come to San Diego and I take you through all the SoCal mountains on whichever of my 'busas you choose. I know it's not a requirement, but it'd be my honor.
Until then, though...THANK YOU.
Man of the Hour...