Grrr. Drivers.
Not to mention the ones that do this to the last two parks ouside the supermarkdet when you have to just get a couple of things for your wife who's going slowly mad at home trying to prepare dinner while the kids try and destroy the house...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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