Another Soulless Atheist

the bikes are coming. Have faith. You sit shotgun, I drive. Tent and gear goes on floor below back seats. back seats squish down to make HUGE flat space (that Kara,myriad and I have actually slept in before!). In there goes the bikes (very carefully). They have to sorta criss-cross each other, which means that they will have to be untangled a little when we get *to* the coast. an old sheet helps a little bit.
yay!