Sonny took all the pictures from the trip so I will have to swipe some off his blog after he posts them. For me it started Sunday morning with push-ups, crunchs, and chin-ups. I must look ridiculous exercising in my underwear, but it's so fucking hot. After a quick shower I hit the road on a quarter of a tank of gas. I'll make to Brewster, sure! No good tunes on the radio so I pop on "Beggars Banquet". When I crossed the canal the gas light comes and as usual I ignore it. I think I can make to the truck stop in Hyannis.(ext.6) Come exit 5 I really need to get gas and dont think I'll make to 6, damn it. There are no gas stations off the back-roads. Finally I found one in Yarmouth, well past Hyannis and real close to Brewster. I was determined to make high tide. I was late. Sonny gave me good directions and I made it. After a couple of hot dogs and a couple of beers I hit the beach. Mike and I where the first two in the water. The temperature must have been what felt like seventy degrees. Sonny and Becka grabbed the boogie boards and thier beers and joined the dead mans floaters.
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