I love the ping of gravel in the morning
One of the things I’m going to miss about this place, as unlikely as it sounds, is the half-mile or so of gravel road you need to navigate to get in and out. Sometimes if you squint and get a little loose you can pretend you’re a bootlegger. You know, the kind of driver that ruled before NASCAR was cool — when you had to turn both ways. Like Burt Reynolds.
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