Yeah.
So I took the motorcycle up to Tallulah gorge. It was like that. The late winter wind was strong enough to blow the wheels right out from under my cruiser; but, like a gyroscope, it pulled true as long as you had enough hammer under the throttle.
Therefore, as Lancelot said, "All shall be welcome that God sendeth."
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