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well...
today i tried to go shopping. i had some stuff on my mind that a good shopping trip could clear up. so i go to all my stores. nada. nothing. well, at least i didn't spend any money.
so i'm driving home, totally chilled out, it's nice (and sad) when your seat is carved out to fit your back. i'm listening to who knows what, it's really soft and slow. i'm letting my mind wander off to where it goes when i'm by myself, which probably isn't a good idea while you're driving.
i notice that the car in front of me is slowing down to 20 mph. i don't really care, like i said, i'm pretty relaxed at this point. so i'm just puttering along, and after a few minutes, i start to wonder why the car in front of me is going so slow. i'm not mad, i'm just wondering what's going on. we're on meadowlake, past the nursing home but not yet to the railroad. we go around a curve and its like a thousand little red sparkles. oh, it's beautiful. i'm wondering what they are. then it hit's me : bikers! that's what they were. so i turned off my radio, and i'm listening to my car and watching the cyclists, and it's like they're dancing, in perfect unison. they all lean, turn, and seem to sigh together. we get over the railroad (mind you, i've been behind them since the nursing home) and there's that street where you can turn right off of salem. they turn. and what do i do? i follow. why? i don't know. i couldn't stay away. other cars follow too, it's like we joined their dance. i ease off the gas and look over my shoulder and i see all the white lights following. i don't know why i thought it was so pretty. i just did. in front of me were these glittering red lights from the bikes, and behind me where white lights. i wish you could have been there. i'm not describing it nearly well enough.
today i tried to go shopping. i had some stuff on my mind that a good shopping trip could clear up. so i go to all my stores. nada. nothing. well, at least i didn't spend any money.
so i'm driving home, totally chilled out, it's nice (and sad) when your seat is carved out to fit your back. i'm listening to who knows what, it's really soft and slow. i'm letting my mind wander off to where it goes when i'm by myself, which probably isn't a good idea while you're driving.
i notice that the car in front of me is slowing down to 20 mph. i don't really care, like i said, i'm pretty relaxed at this point. so i'm just puttering along, and after a few minutes, i start to wonder why the car in front of me is going so slow. i'm not mad, i'm just wondering what's going on. we're on meadowlake, past the nursing home but not yet to the railroad. we go around a curve and its like a thousand little red sparkles. oh, it's beautiful. i'm wondering what they are. then it hit's me : bikers! that's what they were. so i turned off my radio, and i'm listening to my car and watching the cyclists, and it's like they're dancing, in perfect unison. they all lean, turn, and seem to sigh together. we get over the railroad (mind you, i've been behind them since the nursing home) and there's that street where you can turn right off of salem. they turn. and what do i do? i follow. why? i don't know. i couldn't stay away. other cars follow too, it's like we joined their dance. i ease off the gas and look over my shoulder and i see all the white lights following. i don't know why i thought it was so pretty. i just did. in front of me were these glittering red lights from the bikes, and behind me where white lights. i wish you could have been there. i'm not describing it nearly well enough.