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Wake up time for freedom baby.......

Nov. 1. Scorpios will some day take over the earth. Nothing will get completed but we'll be satisfied and surrounded by creativity.



Wake up time for freedom - from "The Cult" sprang into my mind as i thought of yesterdays extended version of our weekly visit to Dupont. Xmater had the day off for religious purposes (arrival of his 1st washer/dryer set up) and we met earlier than usual. Syncronicity was in full force since i had appointments in the area and one other friend who's often on his knees (he is a hardwood floor man) called in saying he was local and wanted in on the fun. Freedom from work is good. 3:30 departure and off to Reasonover/Airstrip/Kornholio (as the locals spell it) Shoals Road, some logs and a few other trails my currently un-coffeed mind can't recall.


Freedom rings in my ears this AM, probably because i experienced it yesterday but have to sit in front of this computer and type all day. Interesting is Halloween with 4th of July emotion. It was liberating to be on leaf blanketed trails mid-day with friends who are usually working at 3 in the day. Freedom sounds crunchy with leaf blanked trails. Freedom cooled my lycra covered skin with crisp fall air. Freedom made me thirsty so we consumed beverages.

Others arrived. Mr. Surgery Makes me fast Dennis, Clay, Gravel Road Andretti and Valerie. We hit a good easy pace and wound up hitting Reasonover/Airstrip/Burnt Mtn./Big Rock and some others. Clay wins the butt stomp award for the evening. He was full force all night and riding smooth to boot.

Not much else to say.

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