Another holiday where we get the DWI/DUI warnings on the radio and TV. It’s automatically assumed that we’re too weak to realize this ourselves and they’re too stupid to know that the abusers will abuse anyway.
Today I feel like riding. Dennis, wanna ride? I have no clue where I’m heading, but I need to get away from here for a while. Maybe I’ll head down to Rte. 60 and head west to see what I can see that way. I usually head east.
Busy weekend in store for us. The last travel weekend until Thanksgiving. Thankfully it’s predicted to be a beautiful 3 days. That is seldom the case on holiday weekends.
*Since I never hit Publish on the above text, I figured I’d just add to this what I did since writing the above.*
I took a little ride to calm my frazzled nerves and while all went as planned, sort of, I missed a junction where 60 continued and I found myself on 285. I ended up making a 230 trip. I stopped and took a few pictures, most of which I trashed. When I said “I stopped”, it was more like slowing down and shooting while moving and hoping to get some good shit. I got a few.
