i get of an airplane onto the the tarmac of an airport. alex walks out behind me. i get the feeling that we just watched an awesome concert or perhaps a movie.

we are greeted with fellows that have bicycles. we hop on them, and proceed out of the airport. the path eventually leads itself into a rolling grassland type area, where the winds are blowing 6 foot high grass in the direction we are riding. the paths are muddy and zig and zag and go up and down.

alex mentions getting tired, but we keep going until we hit a village that reminds me of those european villages you see on those world championship rally television shows on speedvision. we pull into a driveway, that has a large tree over it, almost like a canopy. we are greeting by alex’s parents, who tell us to come in. they request that alex put the bikes away, which alex does. as the bikes are being put away they look at me and mention how goofy we all are. i nod and we all laugh.