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After an entire day of writing, it was time to get out of the house to ride with my group. Been looking back at some old Blips of Night Rider folk--it's been over two years since my first roll with these guys. Obviously, work and school engagements have prevented any sort of semblance of consistency. But that's changing, with the looming summer, it's time to get back out there, time to shed this weight and this morose school-caused bullshit. Time, man. It fucking flows. Again with the non-verbose, the inarticulatables, the wordlessness. Over and out, friends. I love my bike. I love friends with bikes. Got to keep this in mind. Must remember.