Perfect

Sometimes everything comes together in one brilliant moment of perfect beauty and I am reminded why I continually bother to get up in the morning when all evidence suggests I’d be better off not.

After sitting in the line at the bank for like 30 minutes to deposit a few checks I decided to take the long way to work and let my baby stretch her legs a bit. As I rolled past the last semi blocking my way onto 69 South I saw no traffic before me. The V1 was resting quietly, not saying a word and just as I downshifted to fourth and opened it up Roland hit that last 37 seconds where everything just rocks.

There were probably some rainbows and unicorns and shit like that too, but I was going too fast to see them.

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