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Did a nice 400 mile cruise yesterday on the new bike. Beautiful temp and explored a little of south Ill. After lunch (the worst chicken nuggets I ever had, leather wrapped in a darkish brown burn) I got sleepy about 50 miles down the road, as often happens. I did what I often do on a nice summer day. I pulled into a small town graveyard to take a nap! Perfect place to take a half hour siesta. It's always quiet, there is always a number of shade trees to choose from, the lawn is always manicured. I wrap the leather jacket up for a pillow and lay down in a quiet spot, and it's ALWAYS quiet in a graveyard. If some nosybody comes over to question why I'm here, I say that I'm from way out of town and I'm visiting my long lost relative, "aunt Mabel, Uncle Tom, greatgrandpa Leither," or whatever. My family, (the ones currently alive) know I do this and just shake their head when if I relate the practice. Then again, my birthday is Halloween, so I'm perfectly comfortable taking a short nap with all the full time nappers!
Whereabouts on So. Ill.? Used to be somewhat familiar with them parts...
"Despite all the amputation, you could dance to a rock 'n roll station..."
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