July 18, 1991...
The Gulf War ended, and after having my leave twice cancelled, our little trip to Indiana for a nice little church wedding was shot to hell. So we just drove 48 hours and dropped in for about ten days to say hi.
I was slated to run a 34 mile race from downtown Spokane at 1800 feet to the top of Mt. Spokane at 5878 feet. But, due to wife telling me I'd have a heart attack so many times that it made my head ring, I decided peace was more important than conquering the world (a sobering reality to being married). Besides, after dedicating myself to running for six months, I was tired. I wanted to go back to cycling. It's so much more fun. I ran the Mt. Spokane run but with a relay team from work, which my co-workers had been begging me to do. I ran a seven-mile leg of the relay.
Two days before, while cycling, a bee flew into my ear, stung my brain, and the entire right side of my face swelled, infected my sinuses, and made me sick. I lost much of my hearing too. The upside to this is that during the 48-hour drive my little Honda Civic Si was just the quietest car you'd ever heard! I couldn't get over it.
Okay, long story...we did our little "Tour de Relatives You'd Never See if You Were Living in Indiana for Good But Since You Live in Washington State You Can at Least See them Once a Year". Call it "TDRYNSIYWLIIFGBSYLIWSYCALSTOAY".
L-R...Plump Uncle Lawrence again, me with swelled infected face, some chick I married, Mom in her sexy, sexy pose, her love-slave(DADDY), his baby brother Uncle Donald (the invisible uncle), and his wife, belching Uunt Betty. Be still my heart...thummmppp...thummmppp