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cainrizquez-blog · 16 hours
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stanjames-world-3 · 11 months
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@snowangelsoul
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I think it will please a person who practices and am sure that the Volkswagen for his trips would suit him 😉😁🙏🕊
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bettsfic · 3 months
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free ride is complete! i'm never doing anything like this ever again (she says, fully aware she is going to do it again).
fun fact: like 75% of this fic is based on real events. 3 jobs, full course load, dying parent, bankruptcy, intense relationship with a whimsical and musically talented partner who was so charismatic they commanded the attention of everyone around them but also had no understanding of higher education. but that story is a real bummer. this one is way more fun.
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burntblueberrywaffles · 3 months
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So I read chapter 3.
@bettsfic how dare you (affectionate)
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rastronomicals · 3 months
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11:30 PM EST January 21, 2024:
Nick Drake - "Free Ride" From the album Pink Moon (February 25, 1972)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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beautifulbitch-2 · 1 year
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rainerbayer · 1 month
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rb's Free Rider's Motorcycle Memories (1 / oo)
A Motorcylce Jam in Italy (Wheels of Freedom)
I experienced the only motorcycle traffic jam of my life - of course - in Italy, in the south. A rockfall blocked the mountain road, but only enough for the motorcycles to pass.
However, the traffic police initially had no understanding: No Trespassing.
The southern blood was boiling! 100 motorcycles jammed in 10 minutes in the mild, late summer evening sun.
Heated discussions between the cops and riders on racing motorcycles, touring motorcycles, any-other-kind of motorcycles and choppers, dressed in colourful & padded high-safety suits & PPE & Hi-Vis etc. pp., those in complied touring textiles, those in reasonable and practical never-ever-certified clothing (like mine, of course) up to the bad-ones in lace-up leather jeans and color backpatches - in conjunction with the roaring pipes of the motors ...
Until the cops finally released the few inches of lane down the slope for motorbikes, exasperated.
60 seconds later, the motorcycle traffic jam had cleared - and the car drivers were left behind - deeply depressed -, waiting for the evacuation team.
Long live freedom!
(Translated from German to English with DeepL, which seems to have some problems with a higher language level 8-) .)
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dailybehbeh · 2 years
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myimaginaryradio · 6 months
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Free Ride - The Edgar Winter Group - 1973
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a-case-of-the-ace · 2 years
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So I finally decided to crack on and do the free ride missions, and then maybe do Joe's Adventures for the first time.
So I'm dumping rigged cars in the East River. It's so difficult, but I'm on easy, I've got a plan, it's all going well,
Which is of course when this happens.
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For those of you wondering, yes, that is the bottom of the East River.
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stevemaclellan · 2 years
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The regulator told Canada’s National Observer that the Crown corporation has to maintain “total coverage of $1.1 billion” to protect the public and the environment from a possible oil spill from both the current pipeline and its expansion. But others say this is not what was agreed upon in 2019 and that a total of $2.1 billion is needed to cover oil spill risks on both pipelines.
The existing Trans Mountain pipeline carries 300,000 barrels of oil per day from Edmonton to Burnaby, B.C., and has $1 billion in financial assurances — such as cash, third-party liability insurance and lines of credit — to deal with the cost of a potential oil spill. The expansion project will twin the existing pipeline and raise its capacity to 890,000 barrels per day.
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cainrizquez-blog · 6 months
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stanjames-world-3 · 11 months
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bettsfic · 5 months
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hello! here's an excerpt of the snowbaird modern AU i've been working on. it's a holiday fic, so i'd love to have it posted before christmas. in this fic, coriolanus is a server at a restaurant and lucy gray is the bartender. she's recently started asking him for rides home, so they've been getting to know one another. it's currently sitting at about 10k and i hope to god it maxes out before 25k.
With his texts still pulled up, he decided to reach out to Lucy Gray. They were friends, after all. Friends texted each other. But what to say? “How are you” was boring and banal. She might find it sweet but he knew her well enough to know that she liked getting to the root of things. 
Where was that song from? The fare thee well one
She didn’t reply right away. He tried to occupy his attention with organizing his email inbox and checking his Canvas assignment calendar, but he found his eyes straying repeatedly to his phone. Twenty minutes later, he received a text back. He snatched up his phone, expecting the name of an artist and album, or a link to a YouTube video, or an inquiry as to why he didn’t just google it himself, but instead when he opened the message he found a wall of text so long that he had to scroll three times to reach the top.
HI CORIOLANUS!, it began. He thought all caps and an exclamation point was stylistically redundant but he appreciated and was relieved by her enthusiasm. Fare thee well has an interesting history dating back to 1909…
Were it not for the myriad spelling and punctuation errors, he would have thought she’d copied it from Wikipedia. From anyone else, the infodump would have bored him, but from her it only warmed him to think she’d been willing to spend so much time sharing her knowledge with him. To him, both time and attention were precious commodities.
He’d put off texting her for so long in part because he worried the conversation would become strained and awkward, but the reverse was true: texting her was so easy—and he was so eager to respond to her messages—that he did it while he drove and nearly veered into a median on the way home. He knew she was working that night and so the messages slowed down in the evening. He had to pocket his phone at the dinner table per one of the few household rules, but he could still barely pay attention to the benign chatter of Tigris and the Grandma’am about grocery store deals and soap operas.
While he did the dishes, Tigris leaned against the counter, arms across her chest, and said, “You’re in a good mood today.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you work sixty hours a week and don’t sleep.”
He glanced over his shoulder to find the Grandma’am had returned to her easy chair in the family room, the television blasting an obnoxious commercial jingle for a local car dealer. 
“I met a girl,” he said.
Tigris’s pale eyebrows rose up to her equally pale hair. “A girl? Like, a girl girl?”
“How is a girl girl different than a girl?”
“I just mean, like, a girl?”
“I have a crush, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Tigris squealed and hugged him from the side. “Baby Coryo’s got his first crush!”
“It’s not my first—” He stopped. It was his first crush, aside from Geena Davis in A League of Their Own. His usual date for high school dances and makeout parties was Livia, who was easily the prettiest girl in his cohort just as he was the prettiest boy, although he had never been attracted to her and the feeling, or lack thereof, seemed to be mutual. But that was the Academy for you—if you looked like you should be together, then you were, by definition, together. The power of appearances.
“I guess it is,” he said to the dirty dishwater.
“Does she like you back?”
He hadn’t considered that. He’d just assumed she didn’t and never would. Everything he’d ever wanted had been out of his reach and Lucy Gray was no exception.
“I’ve been driving her home from work,” he said. “And we’ve been texting.”
He showed Tigris the text thread.
“All of this is from today?” she asked, scrolling and scrolling.
“She’s a bit verbose.”
“She uses so many emojis.”
“It’s so cute.”
“And look at all these spelling errors.”
“Also cute.”
Tigris looked up from the phone. “You’re really gone on her. I never thought you’d like a girl who messes up there, their, and they’re.”
“I’m not a pedant.”
“Pedantry is a core facet of your personality, Coryo. You started correcting my use of ‘whom’ when you were four.”
“You may have noticed I’ve changed a bit since then. If nothing else, I’m taller and slightly less obsessed with Spongebob Squarepants.”
She gave him a look.
“Okay, very slightly less,” he amended.
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rastronomicals · 4 months
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11:14 PM EST December 13, 2023:
Nick Drake - "Free Ride" From the album Pink Moon (February 25, 1972)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under:    The *second-best* album with the word "Pink" in the title     
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djevilninja · 1 year
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The mountain is high, the valley is low, And you're confused on which way to go. So I've come here to give you a hand And lead you into the promised land, so...
The Edgar Winter Group - Free Ride
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