So Rachel wanted some ginger ale, and I'm rendering some video so my computer is tied up so I volunteered. Now, in most small towns everything is closed on Christmas, but in Tweed — Praise Allah for Muslims — the gas stations are owned by an Islamic family and it stays open.
It's snowing heavily right now — no more dreaming — and I drove Rachel's summer racing tire clad Porsche over the unplowed roads. Now, the thing about driving nothing but high performance vehicles is that it's habit forming, so I found myself surfing along over ice and snow at well over a hundred clicks.
Should I be surprised that part of my journey involved sliding sideways down the highway at high speed? That said, all is unscratched, so I can say with safe confidence, “Adrenaline fix achieved for December 25, 2002.”
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