the next thing we knew, the back of the bus opened up and we were piliing in. red shirts and hats from the mvr party passed around and all of a sudden we find ourselves on the top of the bus, ourselves now no longer spectators but participants.to the right is a pic from the top of the bus. i took a bunch of video, which i can't wait to edit and share. we rode for several miles, music blaring, horns honking, motorcycles corking the cross-streets for our caravan. one of those experiences i will remember for life.

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