It's all true!

This morning, I took a walk down the street from the Grand Traverse Motel to buy Michael a cup of coffee. Theweather had changed overnight and the air was cool and dry. An eagle flew low over the street, circling, but moving eastward.
The message was clear. After wandering for fourty years in the state of Michigas we would be allowed to ride east. And perhaps we would even be permitted to cross over into the land of Canada.
And it came to pass as the signs had foretold that after half a day of riding west into a headwind, we turned to the east and rode with a tailwind, even over seven miles of newly chipsealed road.
And the odometer registered three thousand miles.