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16 yrs old in a '66 Ford Falcon. Me and a friend picked up two girls we just met to go to valley forge park to party. Flying down valley forge road, winding out the falcon, come around a turn to face a little old lady driving her car in the middle of a narrow bridge. We both veer, I escape the head-on but she catches my tail sending me into a spin. I spin across the road on the other side of the bridge and my right front wheel drops into a ditch, flipping the car end over end.
All 4 of us walked away from that one, with the only injury occurring when I rubbed my face with my hands which had glass all over them, ripping up the face a bit.
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For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel, looking, looking, ...breathlessly.
-Carlos Castaneda
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