Bike Trip Eve...

Montana is gorgeous! almost as much as my sister is, but not quite. Montana is also redneck. I can't wait to go back! Rock Ballads from Time Warner is also extremely useful when driving for fourteen hours straight, and my mom agrees... she couldn't thank me enough for hitting the track button every five minutes so that we could listen to "Kyrie" by Mr. Mister over and over again.

I have all of my belongings on the floor next to me ready to be stuffed somewhere. My odometer should work now that I've adjusted the settings. I'll have to rig up the head and tail lights somehow on my gear. I just signed myself up for health insurance so that I can be free to get hit by as many cars as I so desire and I'm currently drafting a power of attorney letter, so that my mom will know who inherits my Aretha Franklin CDs.

I'll be taking it one mile at a time, one breath at a time, one friendly nod at a time. It's Indiana or bus for this honky. Wish me luck!