We can only pray. Unfortunately I'm dangerously low on optimism. Pura and I have been transformed since returning stateside in such dramatic fashion. We haven't been scoping out destinations lately instead we're scoping out property. Booooo!
Never saw that comin.
And another thing, Cabbies. Italian cab drivers would stop their taxi's for us when we haled them. As soon as I would talk and say something like "16st please" they heard my California voice and "I'm not going that way" and would take off! Leave us standing in the street.
Can't make this stuff up.
What an experience! I can't claim to fully understand it.
Noooooo! Time heals... Never say never. I want Hive's non-picture taking cyclist to be optimistic and ready for some adventure!
May be you will change your mind soon and embark another adventure? I'll keep my fingers crossed. 🤞🤞😄 Cheers!
You and I really might be brothers from different mothers. I think if I were you I'd be very frightened.
I think if I were me I'd also be very frightened.
Furthermore, as I read your comment just now I thought I was reading my own. You're definitely my style Tom. I'm glad we met.
Remember this one?