Bianchi and I need your help! This June, we’re riding in a 62.5-mile charity bike race through Buffalo, N.Y. and we’re sweating bullets because … well … neither of us has begun fundraising.
Please check out my Ride for Roswell homepage and read my fundraising letter. For those of you accustomed to verbose Lance posts, I promise you this letter is quick and to the point.
I wasn’t going to plug the ride here, but Joe (
This cause is so important to me, you have no idea how much it will mean if you donate just $1.
And because I love the U.S. Postal Service (or more-so because I love you) I promise to mail a cheesy Buffalo souvenir to anyone who donates more than $10 to my ride.
Thank you so much,
PS. I really do love post offices. I patronize them at least twice a week. At a bar one night in Sarasota, a male postal employee, whom I frequently deal with, bought me a drink and asked me to dance. (I did and he had very stale moves.) Now whenever we see each other it’s awkward. Actually, it’s so awkward I avoid his post office.
PPS. Yes, Bianchi has pink handlebars now. I figured a new pink wrap-job would compliment her svelte green frame.