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Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Saturday 11/15/08
Sometime in Spring, 2oo8
We are driving up the mountain, to the left you can see the entire desert land of New Mexico, to the left, a chain linked barrier protects the mountain from the posibility of a car smashing into it. The right side is beautiful, the road stretches for 20 miles, and you can see to the beginning. There is nothing but yellow sand spotted with green cactucs and dried brush, the wind tests our car, our ears all pop, we are driving at least 120 miles an hour and at this point I would gladly great death for this is why we are alive.
Passing through the peak of the mountain and over to the other side.
The land spreads out before us endlessly, the sun is now behind us, we are ahead of the day, it is beautiful. The land streaches for hundreds of miles spotted with brave new towns, strip malls to house fast food resuraunts for the passing truck drivers, pioneers, and locals who work at the nearby coal mills and textile plants. The car coasts down the mountain with no need for the gas pedal , it doesn't wind like the mountains in the northeast, it drives straight down from the top to the bottom with no need for the gas at all.
We are driving up the mountain, to the left you can see the entire desert land of New Mexico, to the left, a chain linked barrier protects the mountain from the posibility of a car smashing into it. The right side is beautiful, the road stretches for 20 miles, and you can see to the beginning. There is nothing but yellow sand spotted with green cactucs and dried brush, the wind tests our car, our ears all pop, we are driving at least 120 miles an hour and at this point I would gladly great death for this is why we are alive.
Passing through the peak of the mountain and over to the other side.
The land spreads out before us endlessly, the sun is now behind us, we are ahead of the day, it is beautiful. The land streaches for hundreds of miles spotted with brave new towns, strip malls to house fast food resuraunts for the passing truck drivers, pioneers, and locals who work at the nearby coal mills and textile plants. The car coasts down the mountain with no need for the gas pedal , it doesn't wind like the mountains in the northeast, it drives straight down from the top to the bottom with no need for the gas at all.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Where Have I been?
Where does the time go? I'm almost 20, I feel like the last time I rode my bike was two hundred years ago, in reality, it was about a year ago, actually, maybe only 6 months. I'm getting incredibly anxious. I need a bike, really badly. I need one so so badly. A bike is an extension of me, it's on par with my arteries and my lungs, and heart. Something drastic is missing now that I do not have my bike, something very very incredibly drastic. I sit here, growing old, one year from my prime, and I do not have something next to me, under me, that has carried my weight for over 15 years. I am missing a very, very important piece of me, and I will not be the same until I have it back.
I gather that it will cost nearly $300 to send it.
In the meantime, I have gathered a compilation of some of my favorite video parts. This is my life. This is how I grew up, and this is how I will age. Nothing can hold me back from that.
PS: Lakai intro thrown in because, wow. Just watch it.
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