
Originally Posted by
Jim2
I left the first Post Office totally steamed up, went to another one who also looked me in the eye and said "DENIED!", in their best Wayne's World voice, so my wife tried yet another, all to no avail.
Time to go renegade pardner...
Go two weeks with no licence.
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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