i was sitting in a slipstream, railing it – when i popped it, i was on the tops, enjoying every refreshing moment of it. then, the terror. all the palmares – meaningless. free coffee at the depot – priceless.
the veloway was fast. i was cruising for the last 42, solid. surf was UP, most definitely. i rocked. sailed. the accolades and the bouncy fun i would have...the next thing i knew – in a flash, the earth became 8.3 sizes times too big – perchance distorted by my disturbingly quickly accelerating approach towards it. testifying before congress about one’s congress is certainly less disconcerting.