The riding, racing and wrenching continue, I suppose that's a given. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do? It's not getting any easier, precisely the opposite. My body reminds me every minute of the price that will have to be paid for two score and four rough, tumbling years.
Maybe I'll tell you more about it. Maybe I won't. In the meantime, here are some pictures.
|Look mom, an asshole!!
|They're multiplying!! What is it with you douchebags in pick-ups?
|New skin, same dusty bones
|Well, there goes a fucking paycheck...