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Well, just a few cleansing cervezas after getting to Zehuatenehua sounds like seewhatanheighhah...been in San Blas , I though for a moment it was Sand Blast as the wind drove along the beach and did just that...but the trivia that goes thru the mind while on the road..sucking on the camels back, mind wandering ...then you find yourself going way too hot into a corner and remembering that concentration is sorta important...but firstly, altho its already secondary...thanks soo much to you all for the comments...soo good to hear from you and its really important to get that feedback, and from all of you who I don't know, who have stumbled onto my blog by some random interneto chance, I hope you continue to be with me as we travel along...the minutae of random thought seems to be incubated in the rarified, if somewhat rank, atmosphere of the bike helmet...

What sort of title is 'cow boy' anyway?

Bill Shum
2006-03-24 22:22:18

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well thats the sign of a vacant mind and the thoughts that go thru it.
Oh, and a few nights ago we wer in Puerto Vallarto, probably the most mispronounced name of anywhere in Another interesting thought on the road is the kilometre markers ...very useful I'm surebut somewhere I've lost the exchange rate, I'm getting about 1.1 kms to the mexicano kilo markers? hmmm maybe my tyre is wearing faster than I thought...sometimes they have kilos written on the road surface, at first I thought they were speed advisory markers until I went into a sharp right-hander and saw 128kms on the road and I was only doing about 95!! ...there was no way I could accelerate that fst and not die....then it struck me...
another hazard, apart from mental instability, is rounding a corner accelerating into the straight and about 50 metres away theres a group of vultures having a roadkill snack, as you do, then they realise something is coming, they start to get the last bit down, start flapping the 3 metre wing spans, gradually getting airborne, not easy with a gutful of dog or whatever, those that get off to the side are no problema, but theres always on that just wants to cruise of down the road, and often towards you...so a unstoppable force is about to meet the lumbering airborne dingo, not quite Peririphery or whoever, but ducking and weaving called for quickly...I have tried to grab the talon of one but probably fortunate to miss...all right, enough for now, time to retire and have a quiet cerveza on the verandah....my love to youse all as always...keep the cards and letters coming...Micheal, the idea has merit if you want to follow it up, I had thought of it but he's such an arrogant prick!...anyway, all publicity is good and it would be handy when I think all this thru later...hasta luego.