Wednesday, April 06, 2005

 

Nausea. Violent Nausea.

I'm used to the occupational hazard of roadkill while out taking rides on the local roads, and sometimes the flattened carcasses just happen to be of the striped variety. But dang if I didn't come across a really fresh one today, and just as my stomach stopped doing backflips, there was a second one. I could have done without that.

Still, it's dang enough impossible to ruin a 70-degree day in April, and a bit of objectionable odor and a few obnoxious dogs certainly didn't do much to detract from a wonderful ride through the countryside.

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