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I heard an old song the other day and it through me into a time machine. I thought about all that I thought about at that point in time. Today it happened again, pretty interesting to use my internal wayback machine. I even remembered what clothes I wore. I could recall a few meals I ate too. It was the most focused as I rode the bike thinking about the stuff, the coolest 30 seconds of my day. I didn't want to waste too much time on it because I had other things to think about. It did already happen nothing I could do about things past not like when Proust wrote that self-indulgent trash. I prefer the way other long winded books are written. If I ever a ride that's too long I want Miller's finest on the iPod. That would get the ride done in no time, maybe Iowa next year. If it doesn't rain the way it did this year.