Cool Cat
My helmet is off to Motor Cat, a true biker, even though his owner rode a rice burner. We also have a cat, T.J. is her name, who constantly amazes my nieghbors. When we go on vacation, my buddy across the street, who is allergic to cats, insists on taking care of her only because he has never seen a cat that listens like her. Rest in peace Motor Cat.
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Grief is not like fear. fear tastes like rust and you can spit it out. grief has no taste, and you cannot get familiar with it.
B.Ringo VT
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