Yeah we are finally in Bermuda! This place is the bomb and puts Hawaii to shame. Hawaii is great, but Bermuda has a special charm. A mix of funky architecture, palm trees, and odly shaped taxis. Plus there are tons of people cruising on Scooties. I like to think they are all members of my motorcycle gang – the East Bay Kittens. Alas, the EBK’s really haven’t networked to other countries yet, but I can still pretend.

Here is Roman looking all suave at the airport shuttle in San Francisco. In about 30 minutes from the time of this picture, we will both be running frantically to narrowly make our flight to New York by 3 minutes.

This is how fantastic I look after a trans-continental flight with a middle-seat.
Our first real taste of Bermuda. Hop off the plane, shuffle down the tarmac and into the airport to be greated by these fine musicians. Yes, Bermuda is just as beautiful as that back drop!

And now off for a ride! Hannah, Marni, Taitt, and Shazborn out for a little ride. I’m taking the picture and Roman is drilling it on the front. Notice that we are riding on the left side of the road, which is a little tricky.

Alright, I am off to bed for the night because tommorrow we have a one mile up hill time trial and I need to kick some ass.