So, I am going to drive to Burnsville, about an hour North of Asheville, to pick up a friend to hang out that I have not seen in 7 years. (her transmission is messed up) For this, strange occasion, I have nothing else to do, but spike up the hair, point the beard, adjust the rings, don the Kabar, and slide into my Motorcycle boots. But! one
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