![]() ![]() Nah! The quitter within me took one to the head and another to the chest way back in the days of my youthful innocence. My hands are surprisingly steady and my mind clearly focussed as I curse my own shortcomings and ponder the prospect of throwing in the towel and taking an early bath. ![]() ![]() Like Steve McQueen in a scene from 'Bullet', I'm driving like a demon high on crack as we dual and weave. We've taken to the roads this morning, with the early mist that caresses and envelopes the landscape like an angels touch, chasing our fenders and taunting my every twist and turn of the wheel. My identity is as fake as a politicians smiles and my stomach still churns from the change in the water and the greasy British food that prowls in my stomach like a caged Tiger longing for it's freedom. The scenery is spectacular and my passport is fresh off the printer. ![]()
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