i asked thii asked of someone today: "what is good?" i was told. and now i think, what i would say, were the same asked of me. what is good? good is standing on top of a mountain with your bike on your shoulder and your legs about to give out beneath you. good is watching the moonrise. good is feeling the pain, knowing you can't continiue, that it would, in fact, be the death of you. then doing it. good is your last breath before passing out. good is a dozen imported beers and fine company. good is a 150yard drive. good is a 30$ cigar. that's what's fucking good. Entry title: a lesson in ordinance. sub-ordinance infact. that is: doing what you're told. I've ne'er been one for it. i crashed the work truck the other day. see, what some people dont realise (if they do even realise a truck following them) is that a two and a half ton flat bed does not stop as fast as a regular car. or in this case, a landcruiser. not much damage. rear wheels locked as i was changing down. wouldn't have hit if they hadn't. see, what i dont realise is that a two and a half ton flat bed truck doesn't have as nifty a response as my ute. and on the other upside it means i now get to cane around in the ute, which is awesome on account of A) it has FM stereo and damn good speakers. B) it's a ute. and i drive utes. it's what i do. 3.0 hilux diesel. got a good bit of tow to it. only 2wd mind. but 2wd is aaaaalll good if it's the rear 2. i'm putting braided lines under my truck. and new wheel bearings on the front. yay. and for all my awesome clutch fluid in the Z the clutch has gone again. expense. just what i need. bought one hundred and twenty dollars worth of groceries the other day. it fitted in two boxes. man. what does that say about the price of fish. i'm coughing like a damn smoker. must be them fucking winfields i had at work. so i think i'll have a roll just now. i'm going to rave. and it's going to be good. it continiues. _ra 2132|130309