spyderCodes
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We've been to a diner, an unknown road and a favorite road.
There's one last road I'd like to share.
It's not really any single road, but here in deep summer it might just provide the best Road Therapy of all.
It's the middle of the night, pre dawn runabout.
Yes, around here you have to look out for deer and bears.
Bears are always a bonus.
I've seen either a lot of bears or the same bear a lot of times.
It works like this.
Sometimes I can't sleep.
Around 3:30 AM I can be really wide awake.
When the night is humid and the moon bright, I like to sneak down to the garage and start Pugsly, the F3.
The massive amount of light firepower and the mean, throaty sound of Pugsly in that
nether time, makes the mere act of driving up the driveway a statement.
I'm tooling over completely different roads than the daytime.
The light fog and moonlight transform them into something almost magical.
The lights illuminate things I never saw in the daylight.
Hmmm, when did my neighbor put up that shed?
The thing I thought was a single long bridge is actually two separate ones.
The deer are feasting on another neighbor's garden.
Do I wake him up and tell him? Drive through his garden to chase the deer?
Such philosophical questions will have to be pondered some other time.
About an hour and half of this kind of Road Therapy is usually enough to set the world, if not right, at least back in equilibrium.
Road Therapy 1
Road Therapy 2
Road Therapy 3
There's one last road I'd like to share.
It's not really any single road, but here in deep summer it might just provide the best Road Therapy of all.
It's the middle of the night, pre dawn runabout.
Yes, around here you have to look out for deer and bears.
Bears are always a bonus.
I've seen either a lot of bears or the same bear a lot of times.
It works like this.
Sometimes I can't sleep.
Around 3:30 AM I can be really wide awake.
When the night is humid and the moon bright, I like to sneak down to the garage and start Pugsly, the F3.
The massive amount of light firepower and the mean, throaty sound of Pugsly in that
nether time, makes the mere act of driving up the driveway a statement.
I'm tooling over completely different roads than the daytime.
The light fog and moonlight transform them into something almost magical.
The lights illuminate things I never saw in the daylight.
Hmmm, when did my neighbor put up that shed?
The thing I thought was a single long bridge is actually two separate ones.
The deer are feasting on another neighbor's garden.
Do I wake him up and tell him? Drive through his garden to chase the deer?
Such philosophical questions will have to be pondered some other time.
About an hour and half of this kind of Road Therapy is usually enough to set the world, if not right, at least back in equilibrium.
Road Therapy 1
Road Therapy 2
Road Therapy 3
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