In the beginning I raced motocross.
Fuck mondays. I am going to the motocross track.
Gone riding. Sorry. Come back another time.
The clutch finger lies dormant on the oval.
The right hand wrist motion is a constant.
Addition. Solved equation.
Time away from knobbies.
Festering roost within erupts like old fuckin faithfull.
Ride to love - Love to ride
Photos by Wallace. Dank.
2 comments:
Yeah but you were missed in Hays!
good work 747
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