The Spark

I've been rehabilitated. Out of this winter slumber and into a dizzying head rush of excitement. Warmth and it's compadre, Sunshine are coming and I've never needed it more. The Big Brown has delivered a gorgeous example of what man and machine are capable of and my heart is beating out of my chest. I day dream of roosting corners and whooping and hollering through the trees as the dirt beneath my feet becomes a blur . This green machine is taking me there and I hope it is not too soon to confess - but I am in love. I hope whoever is reading this can find something of equal excitement to keep them pushing through these slow, slushy days where you never leave your robe. I write from the Robe of Stagnation now, but underneath I have laced up my riding shoes and my Fox Racing Sox are blooming out over the tongues. Let the stoke begin. Give this a listen and let it take you wherever you need to be.

                                                                                         Here she is. All built up.

                                                                                               Here she is close up.

                                                                                       Here she is being stolen.

                                                                                          May have had a few of these.

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