All our bags are packed, we're ready to go.  We're standing outside my door.  I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.  --Sounds like an old song to me!--  No jet plane here, instead we have 3 shiny Harleys about to be subjected  to 10,000 miles of abuse.  Oh well, the time has come and as of this posting the odometer is reset and SO IT BEGINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Next time we talk, the 3 of us should be well on our way.
Arriverderci