in was awesome.
51-52 degrees is absolutely not a problem.
Only stopped to get gas.
Loved it.
Needed it.
Dark 60 of the 90 miles.
Blowin past semis...
Adrenalin just pumpin so hard when I get home.
Love you Lucy.
Night.
Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
2 Turtles
1 Frog1 Crayfish
1 Salamander Tail
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