as a dweebish child I used to play with calculators and act as if it were a time machine, finding myself trapped in distant times and working through clumsy quotients and percentages to make my way back to the mid seventies.
this afternoon my wife and I made way eatsward on our bikes and made our way to Louisville through a series of shrugs and why-nots. we enjoiyed a respite by the river and then plaugged back noticing that the mileage was approximate to my time-travel machinations of oyouth, what a joy that engendered though my wife has thoughts of retiring around the rout of the Russian navy at Port Arthur. We made it back and Crispin Glover was restored his prosperity.
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Good job Marty.
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