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Monday: So I was gonna go on this hike but my family is renowned for its poor planning. We were halfway up the canyon when we decided it was much to dark and went to dinner instead so we're going hiking on saturday >< I hope.

The manager of the resteruant is sorta my moms boyfriend/really close friend and he sorta just payed for our meal so that was really cool. {good hot coco too}.

Anyways so in a spur of the moment spazmodum of life I ended up getting aride home on his motorcycle. And man was that sheer heaven.

We didn't have helmets so it wasa little scarry tearing down the canyon at night, but I finally eased into the flow. Its like riding on a velvety current of water or air.

I can easily relate it too the elements. Fire is the passion in the bike itself. Air is the kiss around your face as you thread through the thickest of night. earth iis the evervessant pressence below, keeping you from flying into the sparkling night sky. Water is the movement, the ferocity and grace that so guides the passion. '

Mmm, I will die for a motorcycle or die riding one....