L8 nite run to sugarloaf. After a day of prepping a Job site, I packed my gear into the bubble car and dropped a gear and disappeared.

The night was young and exhilarating. My hands tightly gripped the steering wheel as my eyes scanned the pathway ahead. I was a lawless kid, only focusing on my selfish objectives.

The limiter and the oblivious pigeons around me were my nemesis. No time to flash, honk, or even bother to yield. Left, right, middle; it was just a Monaco circuit for me.

Of course, I ain’t saying I have the gold, but I felt I did pretty well at the time, considering that I was passing the leaky tipi @ the 30min mark.

I made it safe, only to live another day.

aVG. 78.93zzzzzzzz from the tree zero five to the pitbulls hotel of choice.

PS: Don’t try this at all.