I was there to work for Mavic at the U.S. Pro Championships plus a couple other big races the same week. The race put us up at a hotel near the cafe, fortunately.
I lived at that time in Chico, California, north of Sacramento, 3,000 miles easy from Philly. The odds were against us for several reasons. No need to list them here. Tamar will agree when I tell you that it hasn't always been smooth sailing, but it has mostly been smooth sailing, for which I am thankful, to say the very least.
We are going to Durango and Moab to visit friends and attend a low-key, no wet t-shirt contest, motorcycle rally in Moab. I'm riding my Kawasaki to Durango; Tamar is flying. We'll stay with our friends Jim and JM (that's not Big Jim, it's Dr. Jim) in Durango. The two couples will ride to Moab on two motorcycles.
Tamar has never seen the Four Corners area. I've never been to fabled Moab. We hope to see many of the sights and enjoy our time away. I'll be back (Good Lord Willin' and the Creeks Don't Rise) on Tuesday, June 2nd. If I can post blog entries while we're away, I surely will.