Poor Gordon, stuck on rte 128 while Frank, Babs and I had a few beers, and started on our lobstah. He FINALLY made it, and we chewed the fat (and the clams) until we closed the place down. Babs and I are on the last bit of two weeks out to Maine and MA, doing our fall excursion thing. Last year we were a couple of weeks late for the Fall Color thing that is so famous down East. This year, we came a little earlier, and are two weeks early. Its the weather, don't you know. Tried a whale watch trip today, and after 30 mins out into the Atlantic, skipper said no dice, can't see well enough, seas to rough. So that was a bust. Should be home tomorrow night.
It was a major treat to hook up w/ Gordon and Frank. My official effort to get them each to come to Carlisle next year has begun. I am going to need help w/ this, So let the coersion begin. We might need to schedule a country road run and let Gordon get a head start on his bike. He claims riding that two wheel contraption is MORE FUN than his Speedster. ???! Some sort of foriegn maddness has taken over the guy we used to know as the CEO of Five Cent Racing. He needs an exorcism. We must start now.
