Motorcycle adventure to Nebraska City's AppleJack Festival filled with sidewalks, sunflowers, antique painter lady, pizza, cross country boys in a pickup, wrong roads, sprinkles, angry old women, an old brothel, car show, puppies in the window, stinky antique shop, white bugs, and a great sunset.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Trying to get lost at a quilt show
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