| In to each life... T h u r s d a y , J u n e 2 1 , 2 0 0 7 ...a little rain must fall. 
The steam rolled along the blacktop, slicking up the already treacherous tar-snakes of Mass. Route 23. Thursday afternoon I packed up my tankbag and headed north to Vermont. I seemed to be chasing the tail of the rain and was thankful I hadn't caught up to it yet.
Of course, when I go thinking... that's when things all end up going south. This was pretty much the last I saw of the sun for the next 24 hours. ...to be continued. | 
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