I had some desats and bradys last night.

This is a stem / Of that victorious stock.

[F]or swinging of incense-pans and Eighty-three Departmental Banners, we have waving of the one sanguinous Drapeau-Rouge [red flag].

Before we knew it we arrived at the first control, Rebeck Cafe, Christines Diner or whetever its called now. Shared some road tales with a truck driver who joined us for skinheads on a raft and hit the road again.