Hey Goldie, I was looking for you before we left tonight. I asked the table that you were sitting at "Where were you?" they said, "You were inside the Inn," I asked the one fellow with the beard, and one-piece leathers in red, "If he was ridding back to Brampton?" He said, "yes," So we left. I really don't like doing that and, I apoligeze! I hope you made it home safely! Your ridding skills have gotton progressivly better, than the last time we met, at the ride in Elmvalle. Hope all is well, and we shall meet sooner, rather than latter. John
