High Speed Train

By admin | October 4, 2004 | Comments Off on High Speed Train

I have no idea how fast I was going, officer, but I know exactly where I am. I’m laying on a towel in Sheep’s Meadow beneath a crisp autumn sky. I have just run Greta’s Great Galop Half Marathon in 1:54:22, my second fastest half of the year. I ran with my iPod, accelerating when…

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By admin | October 1, 2004 | Comments Off on

I was at 8th Street before I realized that I’d jumped the NR the wrong way. Kev was wicked hung over. Seems he’d stayed out late with The Bayou Ramblers. Still, he got a jump on trying to fix ‘New Something.’ Ends up that drummer Tod had missed a beat and sped up the bridge…

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