I am not certain if it is the fading signal of my cell phone to zero, the warm greetings from the sourrouding people, or the warmth of the sun as I continue south, that reminds me I am on my way. �Syncro is just a machine, yes, yet how is it that with the new roads and smooth ride, that Syncro seems to bop, and sway from side to side as I re-enjoy classic rock from the past. �Syncro is just a machine, but how is it that it seems to purrrrrr once entered into this heart felt country. �Yes, there must be un-even payment I just can not see it. � Yeah, that must be it. �Machines do not feel. �Yet, how sweet it is on the road again.
Syncronaut,
Brian