bigscoop
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- Jun 4, 2010
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- Older blue Excal with full mods, Equinox 800.
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- All Treasure Hunting
What am I thinking, I do not know. While other folks are coming south for the winter I'm heading north. Is it because I miss Jack Frost? Hardly, he and I never did see eye to eye on things and quite frankly he's a big pain in the A$$. Every time I tried to warm up to him he gave me the cold shoulder, as I hear he does to most everyone.
Is it the turkey and pumpkin pie and all of the fixings, a house full of chattering people, most of whom I hardly know? I doubt it, though the turkey and fixings sounds pretty darn good, but I could easily have those things here in the company of temperatures more suitable to human existence. I like being able to feel my fingers and toes, I think we're suppose to be able to do that.
Icy and snowy slick roads. Do I miss this challenge? Do I miss applying the brakes and watching the stop signs slowly drift by? Could be as this is the one time I can break a law fully expecting to get away with it, slowly drive away even feeling good about it. Al Capone, Dillinger, and now me, nothing but a string of crimes in my wake, boots and earmuffs, scarf and hood, seven layers of insulated body armor.
Am I the sort of person who loves to feel of the wind in his face? Not really an issue when you can't even feel your face. Whiteouts are always great fun, now you see them - now you don't. It's sort of like a game of Hide & Seek played out among the ditches and trees within the vast landscapes. “Check it out! I found that bast@#d!” If you play the game well enough you might even win a new truck! Perhaps some fresh deer meat on the Christmas dinner table.
So why on earth am I going north for the winter? Well I'll tell you, it's like this. Dad and grandpa have been absent for far too long. That's why.
Is it the turkey and pumpkin pie and all of the fixings, a house full of chattering people, most of whom I hardly know? I doubt it, though the turkey and fixings sounds pretty darn good, but I could easily have those things here in the company of temperatures more suitable to human existence. I like being able to feel my fingers and toes, I think we're suppose to be able to do that.
Icy and snowy slick roads. Do I miss this challenge? Do I miss applying the brakes and watching the stop signs slowly drift by? Could be as this is the one time I can break a law fully expecting to get away with it, slowly drive away even feeling good about it. Al Capone, Dillinger, and now me, nothing but a string of crimes in my wake, boots and earmuffs, scarf and hood, seven layers of insulated body armor.
Am I the sort of person who loves to feel of the wind in his face? Not really an issue when you can't even feel your face. Whiteouts are always great fun, now you see them - now you don't. It's sort of like a game of Hide & Seek played out among the ditches and trees within the vast landscapes. “Check it out! I found that bast@#d!” If you play the game well enough you might even win a new truck! Perhaps some fresh deer meat on the Christmas dinner table.
So why on earth am I going north for the winter? Well I'll tell you, it's like this. Dad and grandpa have been absent for far too long. That's why.
