Sunrise Monday morning.
Almost home.
My welcoming commitee. Boy, was I glad to see them.
My transportation home.
Things kind of explode when I unload the bike.
Plenty of room to play.
"What is that grandma?"
I could have used a co-driver on the way home.
The Pilgrim docked at home.
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