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1450-some miles? Done.
Triple-digit speeds? Approached.
Tires? Pretty much shot now.
Broken stuff? None, though I lost two aluminum billet caps that were not supposed to come off.
Friends? Old ones gretted and hugged, new ones made.
Dragon? Slayed.
Demons? Confronted.
Me? Spent.
It was a good trip. And it was more than just a chance to wear out some tires and chit-chat with friends this time, though I did quite a bit of that. Among the .9G+ turns, the smell of brakes and rubber, the surprisingly good food found at ramshackle roadside eateries, the mob scene of MINIs and the gathering of friends, I found a lot of myself around every turn. It's a healing process. It's what I like to do, it's what Mom would urge me into, it's a chance to be myself. Yeah, it appears strange to some, but it's so, well, me.
I'm exhausted. I'm home, and I'm happy.
I'll write more soon.
Off to sleep for me.
Triple-digit speeds? Approached.
Tires? Pretty much shot now.
Broken stuff? None, though I lost two aluminum billet caps that were not supposed to come off.
Friends? Old ones gretted and hugged, new ones made.
Dragon? Slayed.
Demons? Confronted.
Me? Spent.
It was a good trip. And it was more than just a chance to wear out some tires and chit-chat with friends this time, though I did quite a bit of that. Among the .9G+ turns, the smell of brakes and rubber, the surprisingly good food found at ramshackle roadside eateries, the mob scene of MINIs and the gathering of friends, I found a lot of myself around every turn. It's a healing process. It's what I like to do, it's what Mom would urge me into, it's a chance to be myself. Yeah, it appears strange to some, but it's so, well, me.
I'm exhausted. I'm home, and I'm happy.
I'll write more soon.
Off to sleep for me.
