November 8, 2004
Of all the friends I have made in the Western shire, none could I cherish more than these. Spike - the inspiration for and namesake of the rockinest, most decadent blood bar on the playa. And yet he greets his long-lost Ludo with a warm hug and such genuine caring you wonder if you ever really left. Such an enigma. And Pia. (Sorry, Pia is such a gorgeous name I cannot forsake it for Java.) More beautiful than she will ever admit, there is such strength and wisdom in this woman. With the mighty C-Red, she piloted the RV of death unerringly over the Sierra Nevadas, while a certain gigantic Celt whimpered like a schoolgirl in the back. And when a voice of reason was needed in the desert, that voice was usually Pia's.
As you go through life, if you are lucky, you will meet people who will show you what it means to be genuinely human. I am lucky. I met Spike and Pia.
Ludo
