↪ Replying to @spavel.bsky.social
We were three miles outside of Barstow when the fambly started to take hold...
It was a fast furious day in April, and the speedometers were striking 80. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, drifted quickly through the streets of Tokyo,
@nome.bsky.socialWhen shall we three drive again
Quite fast in fog, or snow, or rain?
When the furiousness is done,
When the race is lost and won