Hey folks
this is Old Michael himself. I've gotten hold of Stef's password and I'm clicking away at the keyboard while the old fart's dozing off.
I had me a whale of a time this week-end. I've finally done some riding on Italy's Alpine roads and loved it.
This is me riding in beautiful South Tyrol, that's the part of Italy that borders on Austria and where German is widely spoken. They call me
Der alte Micha here and treat me real friendly.
I went to visit the old Forst brewery in Meran and I thought this dame was giving me the eye while filling beer mugs with that excellent Forst Pilsener.
Let me tell ya, I've gotten spoiled rotten drinking good beer in Europe and I just can't see myself swilling US brews any more.
BTW, Stef's been very quiet about it but I caught him looking for cardboard boxes around the house. I think he's gonna ship me to some faraway place soon. I swear I didn't do anything...uh...well..almost. That pooch of his ratted on me...
I was only trying to be friendly-like...
Old Michael, in transit