The Plan
I'll only say this once: 820 cc's of pure hell on wheels. Oh, now you think I sound like a macho biker prick, right? This is a one way ticket to adventure. Look at the upsides: great gas mileage, you're actually apart of the road and not a spectator, freedom at your command, easily travelable, less to pack, more to ride, and its just so fucking cool to be on a bike. You know you're interested, don't fight the feeling. All you have to do is save three grand and drop it on the bike, take a small loan for the rest, get your license and ride, my friends. We'll go and go until we're actually sick of seeing mountains and cities and places we've never seen. How does that sound? It's not so hard. Wait until the summer.
You know you want to.
I'll let you mull it over and get back to me.
-Chuck
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"And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves acursed they were not here; and hold their manhoods cheap whilest any speaks who fought with us upon St. Crispin's Day."
With terrible machines and lofty prose we will ride this year.
"And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I’ve already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lift their heads
But I’m thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die
So who’s gonna watch you die? "
Life and death today...I'm back to the blog...You've inspired me
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