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My first glimpse of the Valley was exhilarating.  I half-slept through the flight from Houston. The delightful George Bush Airport provided me with an overpriced but delicious bloody mary, a cup of mediocre starbucks coffee and a Texas-style welcome,

any inappropriate jokes or comments about airport security may result in your arrest

On the first day back, we went out in the revised 4-runner only to have the radiator blow in front of the bike store.  We purchased Z's new tubes and had lunch, then walked across Gallivan Plaza as a huge wind blew over tables and chairs.  We waited in the wind for the train, then took the bus from Ballpark.  

Last night, another of the new tubes blew when Z and I took a ride in the evening.  New tires needed.  

It's been a week since London.  I still don't know what to say.