Kim Carnes

Ever get one of those TransPortugal race update emails, and besides just all the memories flooding in of pedaling across that beautiful country, you remember that time driving through southern Portugal on a beautiful sunny afternoon in a fast little Peugeot on some twisty roads by quaint little lakes while listening to Portuguese radio when all of a sudden an 80's english classic comes on, and the catchy tune makes you and Tori just feel like everything is so fun about life (and maybe subliminally you've liked that song your whole life because as a tiny kid driving to Thunder Bay, Ontario from Madison with mom in a Chevy van to go see dad at work coaching the Canadian ski jumping team you'd sing along to it together to pass time while watching the northern lights on the cold night drive to Canada)? Maybe not, cause I think I was the only other one there, but that's ok.

The important part is I'll remember all forever, or at least till my memory just stops remembering stuff.

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