These three pages were scanned out of my bike trip [that I took in 2001] journal, and they probably won't have the same effect on you that they have on me, but reading them makes me laugh, brings back a lot of powerful emotions [that I can't wait to experience again].



I thought the following journal entry would best be introduced by Susie L. herself, this excerpt is taken from our guest-book [March 16th 2004];

First of all, allow me to explain just what the heck I have to do with any of this, if anything at all. A couple years back, I was trapped in the small farm town vacuum..living with my best friend, Tina and some bad roommates in a state that's not my home. It was a rainy, thundery afternoon, and Tina and I needed to get out, so we grabbed our guitars, and headed to the park pavilion. (If you've never played with thunder and rain as percussion, you should definitely try it) And who should show up but two soggy bike riders, seeking shelter in the same park.'Twas Mike and the other guy, who's name I'm not sure I remember. They were real cool people, even as their sleeping bags were wet, and they were running low on subway stamp cards and not even halfway through the trip. Mike had the first verse of Leavin on a Jet Plane stuck in his head, and didn't know the rest, so Tina and I sang it for them.
Aha! and that's my connection!

The above page had an envelope taped to the top of it with the below letter inside it, sadly enough I don't even remember writing it. But anyways, for me it's so great to read this [almost four year old] letter, and then to read Susie's guest-book signature, and to think about how unique those moments are when a handful of random people's paths cross in some strange no name town, on an overcast afternoon. I don't know why exactly, but I will always remember this day -- it was right out of a movie.