Sorry for the downtime, some kind of post-ride sinus-bug caught me out and I’ve gone through a half-dozen boxes of Kleenex. Sheesh, should be over shortly.
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Not Clauswitz
The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist who fled the toxic Smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat-wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Coastal Elite Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~ with guns, off-road moto, boulevardier-moto, moto-guns, snorkeling, snorkel-guns, and home-improvement stuff.
Get better, those late summer colds suck rocks!
“A Summer Cold is a Different Animal…!” A.J. Foyt won at Indy and Sir Frances Chichester’s Gypsy Moth circumnavigated…1967?