Our watches told us we were risking the wrath of the women. It was time to get back to Moscow before Joel got hung up in a spider web or something. We took the most interesting, direct (that order) route we could. We cracked open our throttles on Mountain View Road and I achieved my GS land speed record.
“Maybe I should have cleaned out the bacon grease,” Jesse wisely observed as the grill heated up for Kaden’s picnic birthday party. Joel and I decided to watch the rising flames from a distance.