That pungent but addictive smell — each time I get a whiff, I am taken back to the same memory. I may not smell it for months on end but then, one blast is all it takes – diesel. After 5 days of riding busses, switching busses, layovers, running through terminals, living off vending...
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I may look like one, but I am not as you can see in my reposne to the memoir prompt,… There are times I am sitting on my porch that I hear motorcycles as they travel along some of the country roads just beyond my grasp. Some of these bikes are on the verge...
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