She looked at the bike, then looked at me. For dramatic effect I walked to the window. Yes, I am right here. The answer is the same. That much fun makes you crazy for more.
Some people get it.
They understand even if they are not afflicted. Her smile was as big as that man's on the bridge. Deep in the hollows, where every other vehicle was a 60 ton, 22-wheel coal truck, I was running in top form and loving every minute of it. Crossing the Tug River at nearly the very spot where Devil Anse's brother was shot, and thus started the 'real McCoy' of family feuds, I entered West Virginia at Matewan and took a photo of the street sign at the intersection of Hatfield Street and McCoy Alley. The other big story of Matewan was told in an excellent movie produced by PBS and distributed as an art film.