Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I'll start with that hydraulic clutch cylinder moment

Somewhere along a road in western Oregon.  About two decades ago.  Maybe three decades ago.

It was early afternoon, the sun was shining, the truck was purring along with a zen-like flow, everything was ok and there was absolutely no need to even think about the pistons, the brakes, the...

I was heading uphill when it happened.

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