to start this ESSCAPE, I get a call in the wee hours
of the morn, when Jim.B has put in many a mile...in
fact many a mile on dirt roads that are new to him...then
tradegy strikes, with a stalled bike, then dead battery,
then a call to me to please bring him a battery, deep
in some forrested area that turns out to be miles
of sugar sand, tossed in with some rednecks from a
gun club who it seems aren't taking a shining to the
but alas, I am getting ahead of the story...
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