Time to fly…

Isn’t there a song that starts my bags are packed…?
Or bag, in my case. Hehe
Either I’m not very good at packing, or I should have bought the bigger bag. Probably both.
Everything fits, but with no room to spare. What about souvenirs? Guess they’ll have to be limited to small roadside findings… Rocks, spare change… “Oh, I’ll say,” nodding, “That there rock nearly spilled me right off the bike. Right at the Alabama state line, that was.” & oh how we’ll all laugh, as the light fails to reflect off its flat surface.
It’s supposed to be nice weather this weekend. I hope so…
Starting out in the rain just seems so clichèd in that cheesy movie way.

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