414:165) A Streetcar Named B
Date: 21-APR-94   2:38
 Freezing, I'm fucking freezing. The sun is down and the last bits of road
 have disappeared before headlights pointing to blank, dark nowhere.
 Fingers, figertips buzz and shake, I think I could use the brake, yeah, I
 think I could hold the brake and stop. Too, too much, smell the smell of
 asbestos burning, sintering, and for the first time the rush of air under
 me tips the wheel left. I'm a little crouched bit of reckless plastic and
 leather.
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