

Greetings to all,
My top rail lady, Miss Brenda, and myself decided to rag out in these high falutin duds to take an image of ourselves while on a recent trip to Gettysburg for bike week. Rather than pose with my pepper box I chose to lean on my toad sticker to keep me from falling over in the extreme heat. Finding a cool shebang during this extreme heat was as scarse as hen's teeth. Temperatures were near 98 degrees, I reckon. We both had a hankerin to get out of these duds and grab a root, maybe even a John Barleycorn or two. It was time to fire up the old iron horse, after we had our image taken, and light out of there before the heat had us plum tuckered out. Everything was hunkey dorey after we were in the saddle of our trusty steed and the wind just a whippin in our face. It's time to skedaddle and bid everyone a fond farewell for now. Until we meet again......
Your humble servant,
General Dave Anderson