`: Where The Climate Suits My Clothes

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Friday, November 23, 2007

Where The Climate Suits My Clothes

Since my last update, I have sought out the comforts of good tequilla, SPF 4 and the diamond sea.

Somewhere at the tip of the baja coast, the Ferguson's have managed to find a little piece of paradise with an ocean view.

A place where the morning gently fades into the afternoon and the color of the horizon, not Jay Leno, lets you know when it's time to hit the hay.

At this moment the farthest thing from my mind has been the bike....

That is of course until our car broke down.

Here, the only "base training" that matters involves cocunut oil and aloe.

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...: so where trying to figure out a way to get the split window home for an acid bath and full restore?; 4:58 AM