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More Of My Road....

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The prospect of facing west and everything unknown the end of familiar dust chasing the untold sun to it's place of rest the south behind us and lunch digesting our first west bound ride breaks hard to the gravel shoulder stirring a massive rolling cloud of that glorious new dust grabbing our packs and running with child abandon to the great hulk of a car some ten or so years old resting at the side of the trans Canada highway creaking doors fly open and we jump in the back seat two hard rock miners up front and an open case of beer at our feet the warm brew offered and gladly accepted these two guys had some time off so off they zoomed in their tank to Toronto for some flashing lights and Yonge St. action have'nt sobered up in four days Deirdre socked back one and then another stories of their conquests were as though they were viking raiders recounting their glory on their way back to Elliot Lake where they tunnelled for ore the sun playing its reflective game through the windshield mottled with the corpses of untold bugs and stone chips on more than one occasion we skirted the edge of that west ward highway churning up all that new dust but the road carresses us knowing we mean it no harm owing it hommage for taking us to our lives and perhaps some insight into what it means the Raven squawks in humourous delight at the sight of it all........