This is really a deja-vu-ed smarting image as Alton's starter started to go the way of the famed if not fabled virgin southern belle [insert your own sordid thoughts here]...

nothing quite like being towed off a slippery dance floor trail by the cheshire wearing laughing boy that brung you to the hoe-down...in view, up front, and grinning from ear to ear in the helmet, is this author, with red strap trailing back to Alton who was good enough to take it all in stride...an experience perhaps like nearly all of us have had to enjoy on maiden voyages or other rides in days gone by...

though have to say, it would have been rather comical images if one of the lads had captured me some 10 seconds up the water mucked trail, sliding into nearly every tree as I drug Alton back to the pavement whereby we could bumpstart his machine with the greatest of ease...in the meantime, I danced to and fro on the pull...

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