the end, well it started out as a wet cold morn...one
permeated by rain come down on our standing seem
roof atop the cabin at full volume...the roadways
were cold and wet with leaves that were all that
and then some slippery...not particularly smarting
if it is someone's first time on such roads and
their 10th time propelling themselves on a scoot...so
we did the pass...
by the time the racers were two thirds back, well,
most of the road way had dried, but we got back
harrowed stories from the first part of the ride
(no one crashed and times were so much slower this
all of this brought out the dignatairies in full
accord...witness the gent who strapped a 50 caliber
machine gun to the strapped on sidecar...won't be
much worry on him getting around those that are
determined to be a bit too slow to move their arses
out the fast lane...
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