I need a break-out race, something, some kind of cliche. That is it. No artsy photo, no soulful words or convoluted statements on the meaning of life.
I went back to the basics, Hop Devil.
maybe if I bury something in the yard,.... todays race#.
ah, still great to be racing,.... It's just squeezing my inner id a bit. there you go that's more like me.
See ya at the HillBilly Hustle. Cheers up! dlowe.
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