Tuesday, January 04, 2000

An underpass

The underpass on the wayfrom my old house to thestation. For some reason, this was a particularly nostalgia drenched spot. Perhaps because I used to have to bike through here every morning at breakneck speed in a desperate attempt to catch a hopelessly missed bus to one of my schools in the mountains. Also remember meandering through here on Fridays on my way out of town. Can't believe I spent most of my first year leaving this wonderful place for a real dive three hours South. Young love!

2 comments:

rockstar said...

What a relief that you came to your senses

Pete said...

I remember a tipsy AET wiping out on his bicycle going through this tunnel after a night on the town. An Englishman, I think...