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I used to jump on my scooter and not think about the driveway and slow right turns. After two light strokes riding is more difficult. Every day I can do something I couldn't do yesterday. Once on the road I limber up. Free again. Told the OL I have to go to Lowes and get a roof stretcher. I won't be back for awhile. Ride to Lake Waccamaw the largest bay lake on the east coast. Easy curvy road to the dam. Little concrete structure built in the 50's before people worried about wetlands. Doctors, lawyers, candlestick makers houses line the shore. Piers and boat houses jut into the lake. I bet it was nice once.
Back to the two lanes. The slab is only a mile over, but I prefer to take my time as I am heading home. Their is a church ahead and I pull over. Sitting on the steps I get out my paper and roll a blunt. Good road on the left. It is not a shortcut to anywhere. I can ride the Harley in second gear and smoke the doobie. Gawd I'm fried. I am on Soles Rd. Few houses lots of woods and fields. Not far now, past the post office and gas/grocery store that is the town of Nakina. I pull into the horrid driveway again and the dog greets me. Well at least the dog doesn't talk much.
tarheel
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