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Don, about that drivin' it everyday possibly takin' some'a the fun oud'a it thought ya had: 'ain't gonna happen pal.
'Only thing drivin' it alot'z gonna doo'fer ya is make it second nature n' makin' it second nature'z damn near sproutin' wing'z n' learnin' ta fly.
But . . . it will make switchin' back to drivin' mere mortal vehicles extremely tedious.
'No way 'roun' that that I know of.
We threw the dogs in'a back'a the 'Camino, hooked up a U-haul whut'd magically sprouted all kind'z'a tie-down eyes with our Enduroz n' campin' gear innitt n' camped out fer 2 weeks out Acadia-way.
On the fair-weather days we'd leave the dogs back in camp with the gear n' take the bikes ta places that normal touristaz couldn't geddinn'ta.
On the rainy days we'd unhook n' take the dogs with us in the truck. Mama Java n' the crotch-sniffers had lobster 'least once a day. I ain't big on seafood so I usually burgered it 'r steaked it while they ate lobster.
(N' to all'a you "pals" whut were includin' me'z jus' another crotch-sniffer . . well . . I guess I kin unnerstan'att.)
But, bar none but lush jungle 'r mountain woods, the most beautiful scenery on this earth ta my way'a thinkin'.
'Y'know . . yer right don. It might be time ta revisit.
Be well,
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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