Shot from the Scoot

GGP: 5th Apr 2006 - 17:26 GMT

maybe it's the weather, but this evokes Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

GGP: 5th Apr 2006 - 18:11 GMT

I guess you could solve the problem by riding straight down the middle!

jack: 5th Apr 2006 - 19:20 GMT

were you just coming from the bridge? it looks like it. on the right on that street there was a funeral parlor my wife's cousin owned. i took my wife on a date once to the hamilton house down there for lobsters.

Jamie: 6th Apr 2006 - 08:42 GMT

last night i dreamt i was in new york and someone stole my scooter