Rollin’ at a mile high
Made it to Denver in record time, only stopped for gas. Filled bottles Gardie style, yaaa. Met up with Gary Wheeler for a sweet ride to open up the legs. Got a little lost on the way back to Flynn’s house but no worries I am the human GPS and after some messenger style rallying I made it.
Since The Mop say’s it is poetry Friday I made up a haiku about cross.
Hulking War Machines
Into A Battle We Ride
Crack Some Skulls and Hail
