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Postcards from the Edge: The Snail Mail Challenge

It came as no surprise that my girl and kindred spirit, Kathy from ToadMama.com loves postcards. They often have the most perfect photographs of wherever you’re visiting.

Late last week Kathy issued a challenge on her blog: The Snail Mail Challenge.  To participate, you have to actually send at least 5 postcards or letters to friends – not just buy the perfectly photographed lovelies and stick them in an album somewhere. *whistles innocently*

I probably shouldn’t tell you this as it could ruin the reputation of my manly-man Kenny. But…? I will.

When Kenny and I first met and we’d travel, even just doing day trips - he would send me postcards from where we’d been with memories of the day or sweet love notes scribbled on the back. He’d drop the postcards in the mail at his house which was just a few miles away. I would then have a lovely memory waiting in my mailbox the next day. I always found it so romantic.

So, why am I telling you all this?

Well firstly, you should check out Kathy’s blog.

And secondly, and this is a big leap on your part —  if you’re feeling daring and want a postcard from overseas, I could be your girl. Since I’m heading off to Italy, France and Switzerland shortly if you’d like to receive a postcard, you could email me a PO Box or mailing address and I’ll send you one.

I could tell you that I’m not a creep or anything until I’m blue in the face but I completely understand that sending a stranger a mailing address is a little weird. But, there it is – the offer is on the table. A s k f u z z a t g m a i l with no spaces and the .com is where you can send your address. I’ll do my best to see if I can find cards that are motorcycle-y.

And if you’re so inclined, maybe take Kathy up on her blog challenge, too?

[edit] 8-22-14

Thank you to everyone who has sent in their addresses so far! Thanks for the trust and of course thanks for reading. I’ll be in your mailbox soon. Well, not me personally. That would be… something. Ugh. Then the fire department would have to come with the jaws of life to extract me. Wouldn’t that be quite a scene? ::sigh:: No one wants that.

It’s the Alpine Trip Sticker Bonanza!

In preparation for our trip to the Alps, my friend Ed has made us a great set of stickers featuring the 5 of us that are going:

I just love it!

There’s~

  • Ed & Drea, 2-up. They could make an espresso, take a photo, whip up a 20-page paper on a typewriter… all while canyon carving at 70mph.
  • There’s me on the left -in my fancy new Klim gear- stopped, taking a photo (probably of Bigfoot or something ridiculous).
  • Pimmie? He’s out front and all business with the hammer down. No shocker there. That boy knows how to put a motorcycle down the road.
  • And there’s Kenny on the right. He has everyone fooled looking every part of the textile-clad, responsible man – but staying true to his hooligan roots he is of course tossing up a wheelie.

We’ve each got our own character stickers to boot:

::runs away squealing::

Ed has outdone himself. For our last trip to the Alps, he whipped up an awesome pair of T-shirts for Kenny and me. But I think these decals are the jam! It’s kind of awesome having talented friends :)

Thanks, Ed!

Lunch on the Road with a Sweet New Friend

Just last week I was waxing poetic about meeting road ghost and thinking about all of the wonderful people I’ve met while riding my motorcycle. On Sunday when the lady behind the counter of the Granville Country Store handed me my turkey sandwich and I went outside to eat it, little did I know I would meet another memorable character.

This one had four legs and had deftly mastered the art of looking pathetic.

I never even eated anything, ever. In my whole life.

You won’t gived me any sammich so I’ll just lick these airs for turkey particles.

Ugh. So starvings I just died about it.

This ole mama-dog kept me company while I ate. She was very laid back and sweet.

When I finished eating she even walked me back to my bike before saying goodbye.

Stay cool, mama. I won’t forget you.