I left the cozy hamlet of Girdwood at just after four in the morning to catch a flight to Seattle. Once I transferred planes, I settled in for the nine hour journey to Amsterdam. I woke in some confusion cuz it felt like the plane was turning around. At that moment the captain came over the loudspeaker and said, "Good morning folks, this is your captain speaking. There's nothing to worry about but we are leaking fuel out of the left engine. We need to head back to Seattle. Again, there's nothing to worry about."
Sure, nothing to worry about. That must be why the fire department's finest came aboard to help us off the plane in an orderly fashion.
They fixed the plane after quite a delay and we hit the friendly skies again. The domino effect wrecked my connections and I got to Bournemouth about ten hours later than expected. No worries. I took my bike for a spin yesterday and holy cow, I dig her.
Simon and the guests should be here any minute. Welcome dinner tonight and it's clutch out at nine tomorrow morning.
