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
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