Here we go, another attempt in communicating many deep thoughts, and, I’m afraid to say, quite a few shallow ones as well. All the coaches have fired up, slowly pushed the needle up to full air pressure and departed. Not a living mosquito in sight.
This one will get you going. Out of gas, bad shocks, get you fixed up and running, for almost nothing. Perley Benson, someone you should know.
For all of you that are wondering, we were out on the Super Slab chasing all the boys with their bright shiny backdoors on their reefers, racing up and down the road in the Great American Southwest. Which is now unfortunately just a glimmer of what it used to be. Continue reading