The 2009 Westfield 400k

[cris]

It was 3 am, in the middle of a Saturday morning in May. I was alone, on an empty country highway somewhere in the Pioneer Valley. The night was humid and damp and dark. I had just crashed my bicycle. Again. This crash wasn't as bad as last year's. I still had all of my teeth. But my left forearm was scraped up and bleeding. My shins just

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[_perihelion_]

for me that inner " goddammit " always seems to come out in Cartman's voice. there's probably some revealing psychological reason for that but I'm not looking too closely at it.