Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Bikes, babes, boose, breins, braun, and more bikes.
Been keeping busy with my new and latest partnership and experiencing new congruences with inner-experiences on how to find common understanding and genuineness with emotions, behaviors, thoughts, patterns and such. I feel meaning more than I have ever, yet there lies the need to disconnect still from society.
Schools been the main demand for now but the family is on the major focus.
Musically I've been working on some projects..for the Electro Preservation Society. I have much learning to do based on my waning wants versus needs to get project started and done.
Phoenix has proven difficult and I yearn for the coast at times. I also consider the fam muchly so finding a common understanding of temperance of all involved seems duanting at best.
Cycling has now become my top priority followed by personal relational interests and exploring new way to understand and communicate that, not only with present interests but with every aspect within my systems.
what is important NOW is the a ability to gain understanding for progress and understanding,and see as much experiance and creative outlets that come too mind.
Forge on~!!!
Schools been the main demand for now but the family is on the major focus.
Musically I've been working on some projects..for the Electro Preservation Society. I have much learning to do based on my waning wants versus needs to get project started and done.
Phoenix has proven difficult and I yearn for the coast at times. I also consider the fam muchly so finding a common understanding of temperance of all involved seems duanting at best.
Cycling has now become my top priority followed by personal relational interests and exploring new way to understand and communicate that, not only with present interests but with every aspect within my systems.
what is important NOW is the a ability to gain understanding for progress and understanding,and see as much experiance and creative outlets that come too mind.
Forge on~!!!
Monday, June 6, 2011
The Post Apocalyps Contract
I need to produce a contract for the betterment of me....
here is a rough brainstormed version..
I shall make the neccesary adjustment to my existing life by adhearing to this contract that will be binding upon signature.
The food diet will need changing to where the affect of this alteration will allow my self and those who are affected by me, become healthier biologically, focused mentally, and socially emitting a non judgment projection transference onto others...
I will discontinue eating anything of pork, eggs or egg products, fatty breads and cheap pastas will be reduced to 3 cups a week. Soups with well made pastas are permissible if there is equal broth and an exercise program follows. Increase the miles of cycling and isolation exercises.
Complete removal of all unhealthy fast foods like burgers, chicken, or highly proccessed foods.
Increase liturature of vegetarian, vegan, raw, pescatarian options and foods.
Increase of freash produce and raw food alternatives with any meat of chicken (limited portions) or lean beef ( limited portions).
At any time will an attempt to stop eating meat for days up to a month can begin anytime and tracking of meat intake will decrease progressively.
The belief system used will be sheer will, consideration of cause and affect, pathology of psychosocial developments, systems theory recognition, and communication on a multi platform.
This approach will be synthesized and supported through a change of diet, communication skills, viewpoint consideration of otrhers, paralleled undersatanding, physical exercises, reading more books, reporting on learned materials, creative outlets, interpersonal analysis.
Here is some motivation....music is good to....i wouldnt lie to you...come on..you know me...
here is a rough brainstormed version..
I shall make the neccesary adjustment to my existing life by adhearing to this contract that will be binding upon signature.
The food diet will need changing to where the affect of this alteration will allow my self and those who are affected by me, become healthier biologically, focused mentally, and socially emitting a non judgment projection transference onto others...
I will discontinue eating anything of pork, eggs or egg products, fatty breads and cheap pastas will be reduced to 3 cups a week. Soups with well made pastas are permissible if there is equal broth and an exercise program follows. Increase the miles of cycling and isolation exercises.
Complete removal of all unhealthy fast foods like burgers, chicken, or highly proccessed foods.
Increase liturature of vegetarian, vegan, raw, pescatarian options and foods.
Increase of freash produce and raw food alternatives with any meat of chicken (limited portions) or lean beef ( limited portions).
At any time will an attempt to stop eating meat for days up to a month can begin anytime and tracking of meat intake will decrease progressively.
The belief system used will be sheer will, consideration of cause and affect, pathology of psychosocial developments, systems theory recognition, and communication on a multi platform.
This approach will be synthesized and supported through a change of diet, communication skills, viewpoint consideration of otrhers, paralleled undersatanding, physical exercises, reading more books, reporting on learned materials, creative outlets, interpersonal analysis.
Here is some motivation....music is good to....i wouldnt lie to you...come on..you know me...
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Anyone Listen to Bakunin or Chomsky anymore? and thank you ProtestWarrior...
Made a song that is influenced by subtley, grace, organic silk and cotton clinging to fleshy parabolas, moist folicals, femmes, gentile streangth, freckls, failed open relations, falling out, and the love of COMPLETE DISSCONECTION, porvuosVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV.................................................................................................................
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FoodBanks - Soaking RainDress Fallen-EPS-002-June2011 by electro.preservation ........................................................................
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...................................................................Electro Preservation Society on Soundcloud
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nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
FOODBANKS
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
YANOMAS
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
BEETSEEKA
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
DOODOOKANG
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
Been focused on a book found in the Caesar Chavez library FREE BIN. (political satire). No name drops allowed as I am not here to advertise.
What I have been gleaning from this book is information that clarifies my much earlier reasoning's, and that were
from a rather clouded perception no less, on how people of influential titles, subversive archetypes and those who wish to remain in the abyss of anonymity, in the name of anti-authority, yet remain both econimicallof y iffluvient, authoritative in essence, or without a real experiance with class struggle, but only have a lateral insight or reasoning, and never are vulnerable becuase they are always in packs of 2 or more, (the herd mentality), uncovered.
They project themselves as radicals with reasonable explanation of their cognitive motivations near perfection and back it up with indirect or direct violence. Seemingly untouchable simply because where they huddle up, travel extensively by the grace of others and land in a nest made for false sense of direction. a parasitic trait? Maybe. They sit there refusing to work for anyone and drag oppopportunity into darkness backed with emotional frailty ans a high sense of social anxiety.
So basically for example: a question I've held in silent: what makes a radical a radical or what makes an anarchist...
With all philosophical, ideological ,fashionable and Utopian depths of radicalism aside, (I actually want to embrace sides with my fellow human, for truth and freedom not for notoriety or fame) but realizing what the real purpose for anarchist, blacktivists, third world thugs and aiming for ans to be inclusive.
FUK that image of CHE on a shirt shit since the 90s and
weak intellectuals and fuk parasite travelers with vortexual issues. sign up for empathy counseling.
RIDE A BIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ching-chiniiing!
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FoodBanks - Soaking RainDress Fallen-EPS-002-June2011 by electro.preservation ........................................................................
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..........................not hacked
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...................................................................www.pbrecs.com
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...................................................................Electro Preservation Society on Soundcloud
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nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
FOODBANKS
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
YANOMAS
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
BEETSEEKA
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
DOODOOKANG
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
nonononononononononononononononononononoononononnononononononononononononononono
onononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononnonononononononon
Been focused on a book found in the Caesar Chavez library FREE BIN. (political satire). No name drops allowed as I am not here to advertise.
What I have been gleaning from this book is information that clarifies my much earlier reasoning's, and that were
from a rather clouded perception no less, on how people of influential titles, subversive archetypes and those who wish to remain in the abyss of anonymity, in the name of anti-authority, yet remain both econimicallof y iffluvient, authoritative in essence, or without a real experiance with class struggle, but only have a lateral insight or reasoning, and never are vulnerable becuase they are always in packs of 2 or more, (the herd mentality), uncovered.
They project themselves as radicals with reasonable explanation of their cognitive motivations near perfection and back it up with indirect or direct violence. Seemingly untouchable simply because where they huddle up, travel extensively by the grace of others and land in a nest made for false sense of direction. a parasitic trait? Maybe. They sit there refusing to work for anyone and drag oppopportunity into darkness backed with emotional frailty ans a high sense of social anxiety.
So basically for example: a question I've held in silent: what makes a radical a radical or what makes an anarchist...
With all philosophical, ideological ,fashionable and Utopian depths of radicalism aside, (I actually want to embrace sides with my fellow human, for truth and freedom not for notoriety or fame) but realizing what the real purpose for anarchist, blacktivists, third world thugs and aiming for ans to be inclusive.
FUK that image of CHE on a shirt shit since the 90s and
weak intellectuals and fuk parasite travelers with vortexual issues. sign up for empathy counseling.
RIDE A BIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ching-chiniiing!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
many most times
Somtimes,
things dont seem
as promising and genuine
as they should feel. I must admit
that a good sense of balance would do
well. Take an art exhibit in every now and then.
Maybe think about commited decisions that are healthy and
progressive. Continuity for change in a preset available lifestyle. Donate
time and effort for a benifit or cuase. Say hello to more stranger that ever. End what
needs to be closed. Break away. Allow a new feeling to bleed in and resusitate in expanded thoughtfullness.
Weigh and measure not for gain in credit but truth of value that is not quantifiable. Say soft Hellos with the eyes.......
things dont seem
as promising and genuine
as they should feel. I must admit
that a good sense of balance would do
well. Take an art exhibit in every now and then.
Maybe think about commited decisions that are healthy and
progressive. Continuity for change in a preset available lifestyle. Donate
time and effort for a benifit or cuase. Say hello to more stranger that ever. End what
needs to be closed. Break away. Allow a new feeling to bleed in and resusitate in expanded thoughtfullness.
Weigh and measure not for gain in credit but truth of value that is not quantifiable. Say soft Hellos with the eyes.......
Saturday, January 1, 2011
From: Yeyo G. Happy 2011 !!!Here's to more pleasant and rad times, arranging that perfect beat-mash-mix-loop-synth-chord-drum pattern-midi sequence-filter-squelch and composing better more palatable dance music to make people sweaty, happy, cognizant, respectable, serious, angsty, rhythmic and growing into a more creative life, make sex and love like there is only one from many and become economically independent through a subversive means with in cultural integrity.
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Onto the next report on the BikeForPeace 2010 ride:
July 25-26-27
The extended stay at the Host site. A really nice retired couple that fed our weary bodies and I gave them my unread copy of a Rachel Carson book that I had been holding on to. They accepted it A headache was all I could think about and wanted it out of my brains. The days ride before was mutually humbling. Overdressed and under equipped for riding was the lesson. ( learned )
New tire, back up chain, toobs, patch kit, the mainstays if your heading into the cutties.
A.I.A.D.R ( All in a days ride), the motto and nonchalant comment when things happen unexpectedly on the road. We roll with the mechanical faults, and revere the moments of pure cyclic motions.
Murphy's Law (What can happen, will happen), when all you want in a day is to make it to the next destination, eat lot of grub, and sleep, then, ol Murph and his cursed law hits with an advantage then things happen on a learning curve.
26th
FAIL. I did not make the morning jounce out the host site. Discovered a slow leak in toob and had to wait till 3pm for the calvary to show up. THANKS to Yaney and her cool brother and with their support I was escorted to base camp. (per say). The core met up at the base of the Sacramento Sierra Nevada Mountains for a 7k mile summit reach, my first real climb :D.
Honestly I was dreading the moment when I had to trudge up a 5% incline. The core was committed. Some on the participating riders where actually recommended to either SAG up the climb or turn around and go home. Why? To save them from literally killing themselves.
The Sierras:
Glistening sparkles in the paving gravel looked like a negatively exposed sky line when the sun broke free it transparent rays. Dried grasses and gravel welcome any willing napper to nestle into the coolness of the conifer boughs shade. The core sways up the grade with much pace, in line with an elephant's grazing progress.
I keep my head lowered and begin to focus and seperate my muscles into their own work pace. I try to ignore the warm embrace of the Morning Star. I can actually smell its presence on me, the residual heat sinks into places of comfort, and displaces their saftey, and combine that with endless seat shift and you get a really annoying discomfort.
Pain is having uncontrollable back spasms throughout the climbs until I reasoned with my own physiology and made some amending postures to relieve myself. The numbing of the wrists and elbows was post incidental. When one pain sensory subsided, another would reap the benefits of the abandoned pain node and eat up the goods. Get it? Muscles begin to stretch and fold, mend and tear, leak and bleed as if being flogged f for some sadistic pleasure. Yes my aches and pains were well welcome.
Core makes it to the summit via SAG. because the SNM's are fuking kill shots to the head, a real psychological mammoth to overcome for the new riders. It turns out that two cyclist made it up to the host site, which I was not surprised to see who it was.
Apologies needed here for the lack of evident photos.
MORE TO COME...
Be well to your friends, and learn to love.
***************************************************
Onto the next report on the BikeForPeace 2010 ride:
July 25-26-27
The extended stay at the Host site. A really nice retired couple that fed our weary bodies and I gave them my unread copy of a Rachel Carson book that I had been holding on to. They accepted it A headache was all I could think about and wanted it out of my brains. The days ride before was mutually humbling. Overdressed and under equipped for riding was the lesson. ( learned )
New tire, back up chain, toobs, patch kit, the mainstays if your heading into the cutties.
A.I.A.D.R ( All in a days ride), the motto and nonchalant comment when things happen unexpectedly on the road. We roll with the mechanical faults, and revere the moments of pure cyclic motions.
Murphy's Law (What can happen, will happen), when all you want in a day is to make it to the next destination, eat lot of grub, and sleep, then, ol Murph and his cursed law hits with an advantage then things happen on a learning curve.
26th
FAIL. I did not make the morning jounce out the host site. Discovered a slow leak in toob and had to wait till 3pm for the calvary to show up. THANKS to Yaney and her cool brother and with their support I was escorted to base camp. (per say). The core met up at the base of the Sacramento Sierra Nevada Mountains for a 7k mile summit reach, my first real climb :D.
Honestly I was dreading the moment when I had to trudge up a 5% incline. The core was committed. Some on the participating riders where actually recommended to either SAG up the climb or turn around and go home. Why? To save them from literally killing themselves.
The Sierras:
Glistening sparkles in the paving gravel looked like a negatively exposed sky line when the sun broke free it transparent rays. Dried grasses and gravel welcome any willing napper to nestle into the coolness of the conifer boughs shade. The core sways up the grade with much pace, in line with an elephant's grazing progress.
I keep my head lowered and begin to focus and seperate my muscles into their own work pace. I try to ignore the warm embrace of the Morning Star. I can actually smell its presence on me, the residual heat sinks into places of comfort, and displaces their saftey, and combine that with endless seat shift and you get a really annoying discomfort.
Pain is having uncontrollable back spasms throughout the climbs until I reasoned with my own physiology and made some amending postures to relieve myself. The numbing of the wrists and elbows was post incidental. When one pain sensory subsided, another would reap the benefits of the abandoned pain node and eat up the goods. Get it? Muscles begin to stretch and fold, mend and tear, leak and bleed as if being flogged f for some sadistic pleasure. Yes my aches and pains were well welcome.
Core makes it to the summit via SAG. because the SNM's are fuking kill shots to the head, a real psychological mammoth to overcome for the new riders. It turns out that two cyclist made it up to the host site, which I was not surprised to see who it was.
Apologies needed here for the lack of evident photos.
MORE TO COME...
Be well to your friends, and learn to love.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Another BIKE FOR PEACE 2010 -late- update.
As of this post, I am no longer touring the states. However, I do choose to continue updating this blog as time and motivation permits. So, without further delay. Here is another tale of harrowing adventure brought to you by the BIKE FOR PEACE 2010 kids...
(put on dream helmets ....now)
JULY--24th (still not in the thik of it yet)
Thank you Kat at the FLuX Theater in Oakland for the couch.
Thank you Black Dot Cafe for the copious amounts of food, also out of Oak.
Met up with J London and his statue and took a flick, waiting to meet up with Vern, Ron and Yaney. Feeling very hyped and glad to finally meet we all sashayed to the dinner at the BDC. Heck Ron and I even bough some fryed rice. Acceptable.
Ron- "Sore butts and Full Guts".
We all broke and planned to meet up at 8am to ride and eventually meet up with a support crew and their ilk and make a day of it.
Flux Theater was where i found my couch for the night. Finding this company took almost 3 hours of exploring the Oakland lake side, up until I finally asked some bros at a tattoo shot how far I was in correlation. I was far off from reaching my destination.
I called WhoopKat numerous timed to get coordinated and finally hopped on the BART and jammed out and away from the cold night.
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JULY 25th
Im off and out the Flux by 5am to catch the Bart and meet up Jacob London Square in the Oak. Crispy ass morning and not to much people out so I had the majority of the road to scorch as I saw fit.
*** We cheated a little and took the train to catch up on the lost time and met up with the Wheelmen***
All the above mentioned where present minus I believe one, who would meet up later.
I suffered a little on the initial breaking in of my bike Thiberuex the luggage and I as well.
The human body is so amazing in how it can change to suit and adapt to any climate. It is the most versatile piece of bio-organic assemblage that I have every had the blessing to own and operate, out-right.
2, flat tires and allot of slow pace up the hill out of Montrose, California. Most of the Wheelmen had taken no time in displaying their prowess in leaving other bikers behind, mainly the touring folk who had to carry all their possessions. (we had no SAG support at this time)
I saw bike computers fall out of pockets of the speedy cyclist, Ron and I just laughed as I cracked jokes at the circumstantials of the "un-weighted cyclists".
I saw a parked oil tanker while passing over one freeway bridge. I felt like pipe bombing something that moment, yet the view from above was pacifying me to move along.
We managed to make out of the dogged freeway and trundle ourselves into the farmlands where the heat of midday would be equal to say, the dangers of falling off a precipice.
I was not prepared correctly enough to veer from becoming hungry and losing energy, but Ron and Vern, bless them, they were versed in finding food along the way, in trees and nuts (Handlebar food).
Forge on, peddle and Muddle on through the heat and severely sweaty day. Conversation where nill and narrowed down to subjects like water, and you would often hear me say "I'm thirsty, hungry, and tired",
"time for a break".
My layered clothing soon began to peel off my sweaty carcass, one by one. (overdressed and maybe not the right gear).
We were warned continuously by Vern to never pour water on top of out head, or we would get tung lashed, if he saw anyone do that.
I saw every piece of shade made from a tree, as if it were a pool of cool refreshing darkness, out of the sun rays. I wanted to lay down in the darkness. I even began to think of ways to find extra water, like dig a deep hole and throw cool dirt upon myself like elephants do to cool off.
One time we all figured to rest in a shady spot in some persons yard and use their water hose and cool off, but though it could have the potential to become perilous.
Maybe we could of had an epic WATER FIGHT!
I ended the day become head achy from being to dehydrated.
*It is said that humans do not drink nearly enough water to keep hydrated*
I mean WATER not soda. Gatorade is acceptable yes maybe but only if your being ACTIVE like they perceive so in their commercials. You know?
It is also not wise to drink energy drinks as that may prove to be your downfall in terms of giving you a heart attack and or become diagnosed as having diabetes...
DONT DRIVE TOO MUCH OF THAT CRAPPY ASS CAR.
BIKE TO WORK ONCE A WEEK.
.......see you on the pathways.....
YNM
(put on dream helmets ....now)
JULY--24th (still not in the thik of it yet)
Thank you Kat at the FLuX Theater in Oakland for the couch.
Thank you Black Dot Cafe for the copious amounts of food, also out of Oak.
Met up with J London and his statue and took a flick, waiting to meet up with Vern, Ron and Yaney. Feeling very hyped and glad to finally meet we all sashayed to the dinner at the BDC. Heck Ron and I even bough some fryed rice. Acceptable.
Ron- "Sore butts and Full Guts".
We all broke and planned to meet up at 8am to ride and eventually meet up with a support crew and their ilk and make a day of it.
Flux Theater was where i found my couch for the night. Finding this company took almost 3 hours of exploring the Oakland lake side, up until I finally asked some bros at a tattoo shot how far I was in correlation. I was far off from reaching my destination.
I called WhoopKat numerous timed to get coordinated and finally hopped on the BART and jammed out and away from the cold night.
.............................................................................................................................................................
JULY 25th
Im off and out the Flux by 5am to catch the Bart and meet up Jacob London Square in the Oak. Crispy ass morning and not to much people out so I had the majority of the road to scorch as I saw fit.
*** We cheated a little and took the train to catch up on the lost time and met up with the Wheelmen***
All the above mentioned where present minus I believe one, who would meet up later.
I suffered a little on the initial breaking in of my bike Thiberuex the luggage and I as well.
The human body is so amazing in how it can change to suit and adapt to any climate. It is the most versatile piece of bio-organic assemblage that I have every had the blessing to own and operate, out-right.
2, flat tires and allot of slow pace up the hill out of Montrose, California. Most of the Wheelmen had taken no time in displaying their prowess in leaving other bikers behind, mainly the touring folk who had to carry all their possessions. (we had no SAG support at this time)
I saw bike computers fall out of pockets of the speedy cyclist, Ron and I just laughed as I cracked jokes at the circumstantials of the "un-weighted cyclists".
I saw a parked oil tanker while passing over one freeway bridge. I felt like pipe bombing something that moment, yet the view from above was pacifying me to move along.
We managed to make out of the dogged freeway and trundle ourselves into the farmlands where the heat of midday would be equal to say, the dangers of falling off a precipice.
I was not prepared correctly enough to veer from becoming hungry and losing energy, but Ron and Vern, bless them, they were versed in finding food along the way, in trees and nuts (Handlebar food).
Forge on, peddle and Muddle on through the heat and severely sweaty day. Conversation where nill and narrowed down to subjects like water, and you would often hear me say "I'm thirsty, hungry, and tired",
"time for a break".
My layered clothing soon began to peel off my sweaty carcass, one by one. (overdressed and maybe not the right gear).
We were warned continuously by Vern to never pour water on top of out head, or we would get tung lashed, if he saw anyone do that.
I saw every piece of shade made from a tree, as if it were a pool of cool refreshing darkness, out of the sun rays. I wanted to lay down in the darkness. I even began to think of ways to find extra water, like dig a deep hole and throw cool dirt upon myself like elephants do to cool off.
One time we all figured to rest in a shady spot in some persons yard and use their water hose and cool off, but though it could have the potential to become perilous.
Maybe we could of had an epic WATER FIGHT!
I ended the day become head achy from being to dehydrated.
*It is said that humans do not drink nearly enough water to keep hydrated*
I mean WATER not soda. Gatorade is acceptable yes maybe but only if your being ACTIVE like they perceive so in their commercials. You know?
It is also not wise to drink energy drinks as that may prove to be your downfall in terms of giving you a heart attack and or become diagnosed as having diabetes...
DONT DRIVE TOO MUCH OF THAT CRAPPY ASS CAR.
BIKE TO WORK ONCE A WEEK.
.......see you on the pathways.....
YNM
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