Three, two, one, liftoff
Signals Mission Control. And off we'll go
To the light & warm parts of the planet
In our riding gear suits,
Cocooned in technology, the rider will roll.
Mission control whispers in our ears.
Yes, we are off. And in due time
Will makes a fantastic journey,
Arriving hungry, worn, but true to instructions,
Docking on target, taking the one small step. Mission Count is counting... Day 3 and counting down. Bikes were loaded and strapped down. Tires were aired up. Supplies for a few months stay in my Black Powder bedroll stocked & checked. Bags will be carried out on Day 0. Nearing blast off. It will be be a glorious moment. The sun & the moon we can share but just in a different location of view. Farewell & Love...
Nana
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