Forty months later, the adventure into the mountains of southern Oregon has come to an end. I'm hiding amongst the masses now in the flatlands. The adjustment is painful; Someone is always following you in the city, too closely most often, and everyone is in a hurry. An old slowrider with no where to go, and no hurry to get there, like me, is a pain in the ass to all the rest of the Gran Prix team racing to work. Living in the city I remember why I bought a shoulder holster; Damn young people everywhere! Oh well, a new venue to observe, a new adventure, opportunity and love. It seems to have my love, I left my love, and must be brokenhearted for one or the other. Bradland was the best adventure of my life, Bradland was the worst adventure of my life. I lost tens of thousands, I made tens of thousands. I suffered, I rejoiced. Bradland took me through peaks and valleys, and I can only hope those whom shared some part of it with me have prospered from the experience. For the moment life is at bradleycaustin@gmail.com
Thanks for sharing your addresses with me, Bradman
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