I raced a pigeon this morning. It started up when I passed it on the trail, and I could almost touch the fat little thing's tailfeathers. It kept flying the same direction I was going, more or less, so I put on extra speed. After a minute or so, it veered away, and I passed it.
When you smile a little on the trail, people smile back fairly often. When you smile a lot, they mostly look confused.
When you smile a little on the trail, people smile back fairly often. When you smile a lot, they mostly look confused.
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Date: 2002-08-08 10:44 am (UTC)Fastest. Ride. EVER.
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Date: 2002-08-08 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-08 11:11 am (UTC)