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title: "Well I did some digging, and was successful albeit thoroughly disappointed."
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date: 2018-01-05
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> Well, I‘d be interested in seeing it, if you ever track it down.Well I did some digging, and was successful albeit thoroughly disappointed. Now I am reminded why I didn’t migrate a lot of my old stuff to Medium. It was before I’d found my writing voice properly. And there’s nothing particularly extreme here, then or now. Not worth a link, I don’t believe. Look forwards, not back!
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> undeservedly fortuitous decisionFortunately, this seems unlikely. It really would be insult to injury.
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> That’s odd … so did I.Same wavelength strikes again!
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> Yes, I *know* this is the town high street, not the motorway!That’s equal parts impressive and manic — very much on brand. I like it.
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> I just drove my car as though it *were* a bike nevertheless.Roughly two tons of car being driven like a bike. Hmm, yep, explains why people readily got out of your way!
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> So … in my way, even more insanely suicidal than was on a bike!Jein — while it is harder to get *out *of trouble, there is a higher degree of protection when you are in it.
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> But now that you put it that way, yes … that’s exactly what an approach to Life is, isn’t it?Exactly! It’s a chicken-and-egg question as to which way around it is — the interesting part is that bikers share something more than being more than a little insane and reckless.
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> Oh, yes?Okay maybe not very much at all. My bike has a fairly low power-to-weight ratio (by bike standards…) and so I *physically can’t* be quite as reckless as I feel the desire to be.
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> Yeah .. that’s the thing; you don’t *mean* to but you end up pushing things that little bit further each time because you *can*.Yep, exactly. Dangerous…and dangerously addictive.
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> over at an angle of around seventy to seventy-five degrees or soIt is incredible just how far you can lean without toppling…provided you have the speed, of course!
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My pegs swing, fortunately. The first time I ever touched one down (before I consciously realised quite how far one could lean) was unforgettable, in a heart stopping sort of way.
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> In my sleeveless, cotton T-shirt, cotton shorts and baseball boots … natch.Okay well in that respect I have my head screwed on slightly more firmly. ‘All the gear all the time’ is the philosophy instilled into me from CBT and it has stuck with me. Got me a full set of leathers and armour, proper boots and gauntlets too. Ain’t gonna help me much against a collision with anything beside the road, and I know it. But every little helps, so to say.
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> your life may not be as much fun but it will almost certainly be longer.That’s just making bigger gaps between the fun, surely? So what’s the point ;)
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> deciding to apply for an apprenticeship as a lion tamer.I am one for throwing myself in the deep end at times. But you are correct, there’s throwing yourself in the deep end and then there is throwing yourself into piranha (regular ones, not Idea ones) infested waters in a storm. Hmm…being a lion tamer sounds fun though…
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> I really cannot explain why I’m not long since dead alreadyWarn me all you like — as is the sensible thing to do — but that just sounds like a life well lived to me.
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