The packing wars and some business

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OK. As the time gets closer it’s good to see the weather is not letting us down. I expect rain of biblical proportions to be moving in by Saturday at the latest. Sometimes I think I should add out riggers to the tandem. The rain gear is packed, but I don’t believe it will stay there long, and everything else is stuffed into waterproof bags. Yeap, it has the makings of another epic bike tour. Now if we can only have some wind. (Link to Chesapeake local weather). http://www.weather.com/weather/tenday/USVA0574

As you know, if you have followed past tours, we are deep into the packing wars. I already have everything packed and wrapped and placed in our trailer bag. Susan has almost decided on what might look good with her hot pink cycling shorts. Now if she can just come up with something that will go with her fuchsia jersey she might be able to move on. We have, in the interest of family peace, left the hair blower, curling iron and how many bags of makeup decisions for last.  While I'm running around checking the list and repacking my stuff Susan watches "Biggest Losers"  and wonders aloud if her new 3/4 length pants will look OK with her biking shoes.  But tomorrow will be the big test.

I will get off early to load and pack the truck.  Susan will probably stay late.  I will be be sitting in the truck with my hand on the switch, covered with a thin layer of dust, just waiting.  But she will show up, and after watering every plant in the house, doing a couple of walk throughs, checking every light and appliance twice  she will get in the truck.  We will start out and half way to Spartanburg she will ask me if I closed the garage door.  And no matter how irrational it will seem, I will probably turn around and go back and check.   You just can't break with tradition.