Every ride, every curve, every patch of gravel bears the potential for perfection or disaster.
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Every ride, every curve, every patch of gravel bears the potential for perfection or disaster.
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I’ve made a kind of informal study out of watching people react to me in different guises — suits or jeans, coveralls or sleeveless shirts that show off the tattoo . . . Very few women have dragged their children hastily away; businesses don’t give me poor service, no matter what I wear.
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Let’s Begin Now. Brrrrring! by Titus Gee How do I start without sounding pretentious? Maybe tip the hand on my insecurity with a question, eh? Whatever. Just write it. As fast and straight as you can. See, I want to talk about greatness and success – two words that have always haunted me, but especially […]
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Cosmic Awe by Titus Gee This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
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Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the […]
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Sailing by Titus Gee This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now at the Store.
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