I managed to get up to this and that in my last week. At the weekend I was planning on going to the last round of the Sandhill dual. The 6am start got the better of me and after driving 20 miles I realised I'd not put my bike in the car! What a div!!! My the time I got back to the hotel I decided I was more in need of some sleep than getting back in the car.
Went looking for a few postcards which was harder than i expected. the only shop that had any was the native american gift shop which was run by the biggest freak I've met over here. He wasn't a red indian but he had all the garb plus a lovely denim shirt with a kickass airbrushed wolf on the back howling at the moon. I asked him if he knew if there was anywhere that sold postcards round here and it was like I'd just slapped him in the face or bad mouthed jebus or something. not my fault he keeps his dusty postcards hidden behind the door. fat fuck.
Went for dinner at my work mate's ranch up in the sierra's earlier in the week. He showed me his 86 Carrera, numberplate DAS ZOOM haha. in amongst his 5 acres was his shooting range where him and his wife blast away with their extensive gun collection. I was hoping to slaughter some beer cans with the magnum but i wasn't allowed. :(
Anyway, like Sanchez I gotta run. See you all in England!