oh bike the drive. imagine if the drive was for bikes all the time. oh the peace. it's remarkable how peaceful the world feels without cars.
i saw a film last night, art bastard, about a artist and a bastard who was a really cool bastard, anti-establishment, a mentee of george gross, who ends up though never getting fathered, getting art, giving witness to american hubris and folly, and inheriting an island in maine from his errant progenitor. 
i have my little island too that my old man didn't give it.
and everyday is bike the drive for me.

crows above the drive.