what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Replying to Jason, who said...

When I ride through cones it reminds me of the bike path we used to use in our town to get to school and other stuff. Long yellow dashes perfect for weaving. Last year when I was home with my bike, I rode that path everyday. It felt like jr high all over. Except there was a twelver in my bag. So I guess it was a bit more like high school?

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