I love progress. I don’t care what the hell it is, as long as we’re making progress. It snowed last night and at the crack of dawn I was forced into 7 degrees to clear the driveway for the redhead. She rolled south to work in the dreaded Chocolate Mines in Deadwood.
I have a couple of techs hanging-fire. I’ll get to them or die trying.
In the meantime, ride fast and free forever, goddammit.