I'll never forget the first time I met Little Red, it was on that same trip, somewhere around 2AM, driving around the round-a-bout in Fruita, with 4 tired souls loaded up in the cab, bikes and camp gear loaded up in the back. Them were some good times...
Later in the trip, sittin in the back of that truck, spittin sunflower shells like it was our job. Good times... good times.
The good times....
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I'll never forget the first time I met Little Red, it was on that same trip, somewhere around 2AM, driving around the round-a-bout in Fruita, with 4 tired souls loaded up in the cab, bikes and camp gear loaded up in the back. Them were some good times...
Later in the trip, sittin in the back of that truck, spittin sunflower shells like it was our job. Good times... good times.
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