it's as obvious as if my car's tires were always kept sponged with white paint, and I drove on only dry roads, and you could see all the
tread marks from sudden stops and tight corners, and all parking and speeding, all the slingshots of passing, arcs between the lanes, and my highway route out past Canmore, my hand'ling on the parkway, over the cliffs to Golden, and steady cruising after the time zone divide, that low wide valley; you could learn to read, from my treads, the angle of clutch and my gas pedal pressure and my gear box grip, and what hold you have on me. -- _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
