Originally Posted by Jamesw2

I was out riding the Globe on Sunday and realized I had a song running through my head Rorry Racoon checked in his room only to find . . . . I got the the part where he was going to shoot of the legs of his rival and my thought process was altered.

I don't remember the next couple of songs but i wound up about twnety five miles from home at a gas station. I was leaning over my bike when someone ask me if I was OK. ( normally my answer is do you want the professional version or the short version) The guy, who said he was a medic, commented I looked stressed. He was right.