Not you, another Chris (I think). He had bought Allen's old buffalo and when we were about to leave to go to Robbinsville for dinner, he couldn't find his stuff. We eventually figured out that Bill (Agent H2 or whatever) had accidentally picked it up, thinking it was his. So all was sorted in the end.
By Wednesday, I was completely comfy and at one with the bike, that I started to complain about how slow we were going, "speed limit, cops, don't want to be bubba's beotch, yadda, yadda" was all I heard. But that Friday going to Robbinsville, I finally got my FAAAAAAST thrill ride on the Buffalo. SWEEEEEEEET!!!
Mind you, coming back home, I was sleepy, tired and freezing cold!
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