Nothing special about this day, but the night would prove to be one of the most memorable of the trip. Read about the Butterfly Inn.
7.22.2007
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Nothing special about this day, but the night would prove to be one of the most memorable of the trip. Read about the Butterfly Inn.
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My original comment was just wrong, I apologize.
(original text from this post has been recovered...)"...as I slid alongside her, our eyes met, strangers passing on an unfamiliar road...yet familiarity swirled all around us. But powerful as it was, I kept rolling past her while the tug of possible destiny urged my hands toward my brakes. As I left her in the distance, I heard the siren song of her handle bar bell calling to me, and while my external demeanor and bobbing biker shorts portayed an inner calm, it all belied the turmoil I felt inside. Would this be a moment swept away by time and accreting memory...or would I always wonder about those brief three seconds?"
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