13 January, 2006 even though i wasn't lousy with it, the scent of WD-40 and antifreeze will not be missed. i responded to this special request from a workmate to do some work on his truck, which he'll need for moving, soon. that broke this dreadful monotony that i've slid into:work-work-work, vegetate/radio, scurry about scatter-brainedly, bust-ass-cleaning. repeat. weekly. so, instead of driving home through impenetrable fog, i stayed over in NoVA... and drove to FrontRoyal, first thing in the morning. a constant climb up the BlueRidge, ending at a parking lot adjoining the Park property of the SkylineDrive. in an afterglow i'm sure surgeons feel to a certain extent, i wolfed down some waxy sesame chicken, shot-the-shit with the happy owner, and wobbled to the VikingShip agog with spices. for the ride home. in the dark., shoulder-to-shoulder with peaks looming black against moonlit air. just outside of Etlan, i crossed over the River Jordan... but could still feel the cramps in my leg, so i figured i still had some more work to do. past OldRag mountain, a rocky portal to the afterlife (or so i'd witnessed of one hiker). winding past dim houselights and neo-colonial B&Bs. and washed up on the front porch at home. and washed up not too long thereafter. i didn't want to smell like a 300ci straight-six any longer. |
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