3 thoughts on ““I Used To Be…”

    • Or last lane. When but a lad (last week it seems) I’d have open roads here in Seminole (Florida) County at 3 or 4 a.m. to take on the reverse-bank 1920s and ’30s roads, the twisty, turny, humpy and lumpy lanes at speeds approaching and sometimes past three digital placeholdings and all I seemed to risk was killing a tree or me. Now almost all of that is gone. I will nor ride my motorcycle or even a bike hereabouts – and the scooter is gone now anyway – and since I do sauce sometimes I eschew a truck to take because I want no sober sideswiper to send me off to breathe before cops.

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