Diesel Goons
Jon jokingly said we almost got him in trouble for our dangerous galavanting on bikes. I told him it was cool cause we signed the paper. Feeling macho we were I guess as has been worned against. Happens to the best of us huh. We fill the tank up for the lawless road. Somewhere between the U.S interstate and the post nuclear roads of the Road Warrior. The wind felt wild as we smoked will's navy cut cigs with no hands, and challenged the vast line of Qualis jeeps ahead. Weaving back and forth around countless switchbacks further anf further into the massive mountains. Had we been brave and more wise with our money maybe LaDakh, but instead we take lefts onto dirt roads less competetive and our minds settle the score. Ominous the sky at dusk filling daily with rain. The unpaved road up and up bumping over bouldered haphazards and runoff washouts. Our shirts beginning to drip and bottom lips shiver. Darrion's dreads all the more natty. The peaks dissapear and we are left only with grey visions of ourselves. Unprepared we retreat for the warmth of our hotel and tin cups of chai. Reduced to a slippery snails pace we understand and yet are incapable of staying tommorows sunful infaltions. All the same the Beas is wondrous and we cannot expect to escape its frigid unyielding power.
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