I can't believe i sat in bars and libraries and on couches all that time when I coulda been out on one of those frikkin raants with Kurt Gumushel. It was a transformer...a new vision...it brought meaning to life. ANd, I thought I could beat him...still think i can...maybe next time....seeing that old bath house of VanHorne days and zoomin over sandy beach with clams spurting up and squirrels givin us a run for our money was serious fun. I can't understand why he wouldn't let me jump off the bike and onto one of those deer for a ride....I want to do that Grand Manan tour I keep hearin about...i can imagine riding those Island cliffs, munchin on dulse and just feelin the real fishers society...bike...lobster...salmon....sardines....beer...awesome...good thing there's no bears over there...or is there?
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