Friday Night, August 24th, 11:42pm
It is quarter to midnight, and seven tinkerers are up with me as I write the blog. Three of them are playing Texas Hold ’em, two are playing Spades, one of them is playing bass, and one is just watching the whole scene. We don’t impose curfew on Friday nights with the Seniors group. It’s a nice time to hang out and enjoy the transitory bittersweet nature of the relationships that we have spent the week building, wallowing in a proactively nostalgic atmosphere.
By the end of breakfast, we’d decided to rebuild the track, to flatten out the turns and figure out how to deal with the excess speed. We’re going for distance and thrill. And, when we saw the hay bale smash into the door frame at fourteen miles per hour, nobody thought it looked like fun.
So we head back to the drawing board to figure out everything we have to dismantle, and everything we will have to build – today.